Our love

once a golden blossom
of budding hopes,
wild like a dandelion
slowly turned a silver globe,
easily tumbled under
a careless blow.

By its reservoir
I'm still hanging, though
letting the breeze
carry me to a lush meadow
where afresh I can
begin to grow.


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