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dandelion

March 28, 2014 by thewindhover
a breath of
white stars
whispers a
far-off dream

a resting place
away from here,

i'll never know
where you land
on which stone 
or blade of grass

for now it's enough
to hold you in my hands

fumble tiny seeds
breathe soft 
and blow

you are the words 
I must hear,

let go, let go, let go
March 28, 2014 /thewindhover
poetry, sketches
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