What to me may seem a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavy frost came, rain formed frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
Our mother in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, gone the past abyss
blowing the seeds from the tip of a dandelion somehow reminds me of blowing candles out on a birthday cake.
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That’s a very pleasing image.Thank you.I loved blowinf the tops of dandelions,Maybe I will do it again.Thanks for your nice comment
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Good image there, thank you.Brings back my childhood innocent days
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