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All the dandelions dance
in an unseen wind
a wish delivered in a kiss
in a field of dreams
a cooling breeze carries music
of unworldly beauty
flowery notes drift on lacy leaves
a song swirling on rays of sunlight
a serenade of love from him
every word
answered prayers she’s sent
his adoration to her
pure beauty
poured out in oceans
their devotion
she aches to shine with him
forever in bliss
and rays of happiness
~
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April 29, 2016 at 9:55 pm
i was a dandelion once
golden in the sun
but the sun went away
so i closed on myself in the night
my whole body a clenched fist
but a few days ago
i opened and the vapour seeds of my thoughts
are drifting to the Far Places
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April 29, 2016 at 11:06 pm
lovely 🙂
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April 28, 2016 at 12:02 pm
❤
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April 28, 2016 at 8:23 am
Love the dream-like feeling in your words here. So good
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April 29, 2016 at 7:04 pm
Thank you so much! 🙂
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