the dandelion seeds fly onto my nose
out of instinct, i dust the feathers of blown wishes
until they fall to the pavement
to die like all the others.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
the dandelion seeds fly onto my nose
out of instinct, i dust the feathers of blown wishes
until they fall to the pavement
to die like all the others.