I walk through fields
to leave,
hand what is left,
over.
autumnal dandelions turn white
thousand-stranded
when Indian winds
finally call them home.
It reveals meaning a heart
perfectly knows,
in summer
sometimes
it snows.
to leave,
hand what is left,
over.
autumnal dandelions turn white
thousand-stranded
when Indian winds
finally call them home.
It reveals meaning a heart
perfectly knows,
in summer
sometimes
it snows.
1 comment:
That's great. I like this one... i like the imagery of "Indians" :)
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