For too long it seems
I've been lost in suspension
Like a dandilion
Blown across a rolling plain
The placid visage
Keeps getting to my head
Yet together we float
Dotting the sky like tiny angels
Destination unsure
Expectation was our place of birth
Light hitting every hair
With the wind pulling us skyward
Caught in the currents
Presumption mixed with passion
Musing forever onward it seems
Never content with the atmospheric home
Unless a seed falls to the ground and dies
It will never live
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1 comment:
ow. intense ending.
intense poem.
the sacrifice of a seed must be a painful reward...
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