Yesterday I befriended a dandelion
And we spoke into the night
I told him that when it came to letting go
I held on with all my might.
But he sighed with the wind
And with the breeze he said:
'There is no good in holding on
to things already dead.'
He told me that he'd prove it,
It was wiser to let go
Even though holding on
Was the only thing I'd known.
Later when the strong winds blew,
Dandelion told me goodbye
And little saplings rose like stars
Into the inky sky.
Dandelion had let go
of everything that could define
him to be what he was
And he had left me well behind.
I rose to my feet in regret
Feeling more determined to hold on
But what was I to keep hold of
When all I loved was gone?
But this morning when I woke,
I was led outside by the dawn
And there in the breath of morning I smiled
At the newly born dandelions scattered on the lawn.
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the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
