We came together.
like a fading mirage,
unrealistic to belief.
Tiny drawings, less aggressive
and more manageable.
But we came together, and
lay in the field with crimson and red tides steaming off our insignificance.
There was more to the world.
Patriotism brimming with aesthetic.
Yet here I was, in a land, with you.
the truth bending every other truth.
Distances away, we see nothing.
The firmness, held bundles of
limitless poppies, accommodating the field.
I once believed home was everything.
— Cam Ie