Dandelion Woman
A dandelion seed riding the wind,twisting and turning.
Hands reaching out, grabbing,
and missing.
'Till I land on you.
Solid, tilled, rich soil.
A safe place for my roots to be nurtured.
I tell you my stories of the wind and sky,
and you speak to me of warm earth and rain.
Maybe soon my leaves will peek
above the soil,
and together we will discover
what is next.
Poetry by SecretWords

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Written on 2021-03-09 at 04:35
Tags Love Growth




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