Dandelion seeds scatter. My love blows wishes skyward. Too late I kiss her silent - by
summer she’s gone on the high wind, giddy for adventure. In autumn men come with words
that spiral me. She is lost all the bone-cold winter. Come spring, I make a wish. Dandelion
seeds scatter.
summer she’s gone on the high wind, giddy for adventure. In autumn men come with words
that spiral me. She is lost all the bone-cold winter. Come spring, I make a wish. Dandelion
seeds scatter.
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