I wonder if every dandelion I have sent through the wind
whispered how I still long
for a warm embrace.
And so I begged
my friendly, fragile friends
once more.
These little wisps of white.
Please murmur my wishes
to the breeze.
My song of love, my dream of peace.
Feb 12, 2023
Feb 12, 2023 at 9:03 AM UTC
I wonder if every dandelion I have sent through the wind
whispered how I still long
for a warm embrace.
And so I begged
my friendly, fragile friends
once more.
These little wisps of white.
Please murmur my wishes
to the breeze.
My song of love, my dream of peace.
