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Thistledown

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The gentle breeze caresses,
soothing the aching, bloodshot eyes,
and wipes away
memories.
yearning.
sorrows.

The trees dance in the wind,
swaying
to the silent music
of the wind.

The sky is still a dull, despairing gray
but thistledown fill the air,
like angels
floating in their own fairytale world,
and the promise of tomorrow
remains.





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