Thursday, May 06, 2010

parachute ball

i’ve exhaled the last of you,
and you fluttered.
you are the parachute ball of a dandelion,
floating… floating, gone.
no wishes made. none granted.
just a gentle breeze, and somber notes, soaring to the forgotten.

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