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By @rue_lourd

Standing in this everlasting field of consciousness,

My memories clenched tight in one hand,

My future in the other.

The sea of dandelions surrounding me sway

In anticipation

They sense the secrets that slip out of my grasp.

We whisper our secrets to the dying flowers

Seeds exploding into words, scattered and carried by the wind

Never to become whole.

The flowers whisper their secret song to the wind

Asking it to comply

Begging the wind to let it live on.

The dandelions are dying

And so, in turn, 

am I.

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  1. Amezrou

    Jun 6, 2021

    This is so nice, I’ll never look at dandelions the same way 🙂

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