but all i am made up from is words.
thoughts - dandelion seeds drifting in the wind.
strung up into patterns,
weaved with delicate strands,
pressed into ideas
hastily breathed out with passion.
but all i am made up from is words.
thoughts - dandelion seeds drifting in the wind.
strung up into patterns,
weaved with delicate strands,
pressed into ideas
hastily breathed out with passion.
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Comments3
Loved the wording of this piece it catches the imagination and rolls off the tongue
A delightful piece.
Love it
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