11.11

Dandelion wishes scatter
in the breath of hope.

One hand goes up, nearly at the top
as the other begins to fall down.

Four lines, straight up
dare to pray for time.

This poem was written just for this blog and her readers and was uploaded straight onto here without edits. A fast poem it came completely formed in my mind.

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