Dandelions

April 11, 2014

This morning,

I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the breeze.

It scattered a thousand little thoughts

which appeared to me like daydreams

in their pure etherealness

as they floated on streams of sunlight.

I wished that I could forget my mind as easily as the dandelions did.

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