Sitting on the meadows
Holding a few dandelions
Close my eyes
And blow to make wishes
What are my wishes
Is a secret
If you know them
They might be never come true
But I've always kept on wishing
On the dandelions I blew
As they flew to the sky
Dancing with the wind
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POEMS II
Poetry2nd book of poems written by me. All of my poem are written by my past years of writing,
