Can we hold a breath,
some are like dandelions.
The seeds may disperse,
and we may try to clasp
upon them.
We may tenure a few,
but nevertheless
only certain animations
may linger.
But even though we
may lose so many.
The ones we have will
grow, and even
though some dissipated
beyond our reach.
A flower of
memories breathe on
in the wind
flourishing brighter
than before.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
Can we hold a breath,
some are like dandelions.
The seeds may disperse,
and we may try to clasp
upon them.
We may tenure a few,
but nevertheless
only certain animations
may linger.
But even though we
may lose so many.
The ones we have will
grow, and even
though some dissipated
beyond our reach.
A flower of
memories breathe on
in the wind
flourishing brighter
than before.
