Dandelion
Memories they hold on to fragile roots
I watered them everyday
Dandelions in which I see you
So are you flying away?
I laughed as you danced with the wind
Long ago when I was a child
But the thought of where you were going
It never really crossed my mind
Dandelion can you hear me
I need to let you know
It's hard to keep you here
So which way will you go?
Lara Houssami
4-16-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
