Seeding Time

after the bloom of the dandelions
the winds from the south come

it is time for seeding it is time for flying away
they leave now
not knowing where
they soon stop

the next batch of dandelions grow
how can there be sorrow?

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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