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dandelion seed
into the mists
i wander
my soul is thirsty
for the sun dappled beauty
of the forests
hanging heavy
with dew
the thick undergrowth of ferns
my bed of meditation
i lie there
as my thoughts float
to the fields of poppies
that grow in the valley
where the fawn are nourished
by delicate buds
all nature kisses my soul
as i drift
to the mountain peaks
where if you listen closely
wisdom is uttered
directly to the hearts
of those willing to hear
hummingbird lights
on an obliging flower
& her thirst is quenched
so it is with my being
in the great & ancient forests
i whisper my secrets
to these denziens of old
they bare witness
& with a stoic quiet
hold my confessions close
no mortal will ever know
what i tell the forest trees
& in the telling
i set my spirit free
as i strip myself
of all worldly confines
& share my wonderment
a dandelion seed of hope
to be carried away on a breeze
to be planted in the mind
of another poet
seeking beauty this day
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