My mind is filled
With the many
Many
Seeds of a dandelion
Little flakes of
Gold.
Flakes of
Freedom.
Flakes of pure pure
Happiness.
Swirling in windy circles
Round and round
My mind...
And I've never loved dandelions so much before.
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Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
