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Tuesday, April 14, 2015


Gently touched love floating though the air like a dandelion seed.
Drawn by the soft pull of the earth but carried by tumultuous winds.
The seeds movement is wistful the driving forces are not understood.
This is our love looking for a place to take seed searching out a place.
Each kiss of breath manipulating the course away and to it's destination.
A patch of earth found for a lucky few and root is taken, most wither and die.
For these few fewer will grow a healthy stem where a flower blossom appears.
From the blossom new generations of seeds take flight again love is gently touched.

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