Dandelions in the field

August 9, 2009
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Dandelions in the field
Breezes tickling them
and there you are making wishes with every breath
your round face aglow with fleeting hopes and joy
I ache I long to touch that face
your heart steadily pound with rebuttal
I move I live to that heart beat
An when those green eyes flicker with thought
I wait to hear from your precious mouth
your senile opinion
And when your soft white skin
is kissed by stray rays
of the sunlight
how I long to be those rays
But most of I wish
I could be those dandelions
an make these wishes true





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