Dandelion Wishes

blowing-wishesWindswept words, barren, empty,

whisked away like so many dandelion seeds.

Dreams that never formed nor took flight;

whimsical longings caught up to heaven on the breath of mourning.

Sometimes it’s that I do not know the outcome.

Sometimes it is precisely that I do.

But wishes ever ride the tide of something,

I always thought for me could not be true.

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