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A dreamer drifts in sapphire deeps,Where silence hums and shadow sleeps.In gardens drowned beneath the blue,She wears a gown of starlight hue.Red poppies bloom from coral beds,With velvet crowns and nodding heads—A scarlet fire in salt and sea,The ghosts of what she used to be.No breath is drawn, no word is spoken,The glassy surface stays unbroken.She floats between the dark and light,A prisoner of eternal night.The petals drift like falling sighs,Above her pale and closed-shut eyes.In this still world where time is dead,She weaves a crown of poppy red.