A fragile dandelion
carried by the wind
with broken wings
wandering off to the end of the horizon
the pain in her only heals by wanderlust
In my waking moments
I long for another glimpse of her
By night
My soul sings to the edge of the sea
Oh my little fragile dandelion!
I am i quisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a miacit child. Blog: https://flickerofthoughts.com/
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