I walked to the park that day
I saw this perfectly round dandelion
I couldn't help myself but to pick her up
I saw this perfectly round dandelion
I couldn't help myself but to pick her up
"I'm sorry...but I need to share my dreams so you can help me spreading it out...and perhaps plant in on the good soils?"
She looks at me intently then giving me a nod
She whispers to the wind
The wind happily swirls her over and over
There goes my dreams planting deeply into a good soils
[06.08.22]
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