A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Lost Dandelion





I had blown all the seeds away, whispering them to carry on my message. 
I had wished upon the wind to sweep them along, to the ten directions, to everywhere. 
I had crossed my fingers so that one of them, one was enough, could safely reach you.

But there's never any returned phone call, nor e-mail..

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