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Dandelion fingers
Brush bruised, barren land
Speckled snowflakes sewn
From follicles of frost
Dusty dreams drape
Over salted wounds
Mystic memories mark
Mirages in no man’s land
Subtle, silvery silence
Nestles through prolonged nights
A touch too tender —
Love and light,
Love and light.
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Chaos creeps,
And silence speaks.
Love that’s light
Is no match for nature’s blight.
Seeds disperse
Under Satan’s curse
All that remains
Of seeds once sown —
Stark, spiked stems
Of dandelion fingers
Dandelion fingers of my own.
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Dandelion fingers
Brush bruised, barren land
Speckled snowflakes sewn
From follicles of frost
Dusty dreams drape
Over salted wounds
Mystic memories mark
Mirages in no man’s land
Subtle, silvery silence
Nestles through prolonged nights
A touch too tender —
Love and light,
Love and light.
~
Chaos creeps,
And silence speaks.
Love that’s light
Is no match for nature’s blight.
Seeds disperse
Under Satan’s curse
All that remains
Of seeds once sown —
Stark, spiked stems
Of dandelion fingers
Dandelion fingers of my own.
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This poem was a tough one, battling poetry block n trying to express something that's generally a taboo topic!
I often find me soothing myself by self hugging and stuff like that. I do this sometimes to feel that special touch; to feel the love i never felt.
Ive tried my best for now, might rework it later on.
I often find me soothing myself by self hugging and stuff like that. I do this sometimes to feel that special touch; to feel the love i never felt.
Ive tried my best for now, might rework it later on.
