A Fleeting Dandelion Mist

A flock of birds take flight

Their wings exhale a warm breath

Blowing a fleeting dandelion mist

I reach out and catch a sigh in my hand

And hold it for tomorrow’s tomorrows

Waiting for the right moment to set it free

 

Originally posted September 22, 2015

 

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