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Pyrrha Nov 2021
I want to be like a dandelion
Full of color and patience
Waiting for the day to come
Where I'm free to fly away
I found this in my drafts and I don't remember what this was about or why I didn't post it
alupa Sep 2021
I feel like a dandelion
My rib cage is fragile
And it takes nothing more
than a gust of wind
for my heart to fall apart
Anna Alycia Jul 2021
dandelion is me,
wind has my fate.
it sends me to the mud,
where it's filled with unknown.
I thank wind for teaching me,
"you'll grow when you start to appreciate"
Gratitude is always vital
Draginja Knezi May 2021
step by
nail by
in the hair
of a willow
may 2021
Anna Mink Jan 2021
May dandelion embroidery watch over you as you sleep.

It's nostalgic for me to speak in such a wishful language. It's foreign to you - this strange concept of peace and an unconditional, untethered intimacy where you no longer have to flinch at one's unpredictable movement.

Where was it while you grew? The trust? Where was it as you were forced to reconsider everything that is not yourself? And why now, as you sleep vulnerable, do you flinch at my touch?

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 16th of January 2021.
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