Forgive me, young dandelion.
I did not feign disinterest.
My mind has running thoughts
That stole my attention.
You only meant to be a friend.
I was not being callous.
Your seedlings ought to whisk
Them away upon a random wind.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Online) - Published: March 3rd, 2024 15:56
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Fantastic imagery.
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