When the wind blows, dandelions drift apart.
He was smiling with tears...
Each drop a salt to my bleeding heart.
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
29 | Goodbye
When the wind blows, dandelions drift apart.
He was smiling with tears...
Each drop a salt to my bleeding heart.
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