You poppy,
you remind me of that rebellious teenager
with long shrub colored hair;
a still unripe apple.
In full oblivion,
she spoke of peace and freedom
with a force that her slender body
struggled to hold up.
Her blossiming beauty already seduced,
she liked to play with love
but her heart could not stand the pain.
She liked to play the role of the strong woman,
the one who knows what she wants;
everyone thought “Oh, such a rose thorny rose!”
how fragile… she was only a primrose!