You see them fly don't you?
Against the breeze?
Upright. with a purpose.
When the harsh winds blow
they still tread on with courage.
They refuse to go down.
They're beautiful.
A gentle, silken touch
against your palm.
A luring signal -
clasp me within your fingers!
But hell you cannot.
Lest they crumble.
They'll go places.
They are meant to be free.
Without a care.
Leaving us empty
with envy.
4 comments:
is this an ambition we are talking abt ?
:) what should my karma be in order to be reborn as a dandelion??!
the talk of rebirth because I was just playing the cosmology of kyoto.
A change of photo ? The previous one was better. This makes the dandelion look vulnerable to external interference. Even though it is despite the obstacles that it continues in its free journey, the depiction looks incomplete without a sense of freedom about it.
agree. thanks. changed!
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