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as pigeons unfurl their wings to take flight in a blue, blue sky,
a ricochet of dandelion seeds soar with them,
creating a matrimony of silent parade
that is kissed by the suns rays.
they sleep soundly;
do not wake them.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
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