You were pretty like a dandelion.
You bloomed twice til it was your time to die
I blew you to the wind and watched as you spread your wings.
You took your place and started to grow
Though you are gone, your memory is forever immortalized in the field of dandelions.
Even if there's a million of you that are all identical to you, there will always have been just one of you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear light in the sky
PoetryWhat's that shining in the sky? Is it the light or all an illusion. Can it save you from the dark swallowing you, or will it consume you too. How do you reach the sky when you have no ladder? What happens when it's too late? Where do we go after eve...
