Thrown to the wind, each of me a thousandth of a dream.
A wish
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My petals reach the four corners
Over waters, rocks, and metals
Concrete, humans, and their houses
Till each one may settle
On expectant brows.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
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