'No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos. ' ~D.H. Lawrence
good morning, dandelion
it’s nice to see you again so soon
I tried, but couldn’t find you
last night by the full moon
silly of me, I know
to think that I’d lost you
call me obnoxious but
I think I love you.
Day three is yet another off day.
(Is this cheating? Because I have nothing to say.)
Here’s to tomorrow.
Viens avec moi?
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