i was the dandelion
and they were the wind;
no matter how hard i was
rooted into the ground,
they blew my petals way
and my blank stem was to stay
'*'
/A.N.
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
