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Monday, 26 May 2014

Random Poem 18 ...

Dandelions in air and all the wishes they carry
Longing lips and the soft blows
Up they go, afloat and free
Where they'll land no one knows.
Will wishes get mixed up
And no longer remain mine
Will someone else get all of you?
Or might it get lost in the crowd
Will I then have to wish anew?
Or will the seeds disperse far
And bring you home to me
I sit here with hope on my lips
Blowing dandelions free.

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