Blow Me Gently – April 24, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Drifting softly

My seeds will disperse

Look for me

Scattered

Amongst the grass blades

And in your hair

Floating

Floating

As the wind catches a drift

Cradled

On your shoulder

You are my world

And the world

Goes on

But I’ll hold you dearly

As you blow me gently

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