She couldn’t calm her mind easily. Even as a child,
her imagination roamed on long legs; and her mind
hardly kept up with the stories she spoke. Soft and
fragile, yet strong willed she danced through the days.
Chasing her dreams, which flew with the wind, like
dandelion seeds. Guarding her untamed heart,
healing it every time it broke. Staying true to
herself, not letting others sway her thoughts.
I hope your dandelion dreams get to shine bright,
on the big blue sky; I hope to find you there.
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Memories are echos of the past in your mind,
Captivating you from the present moment,
They give your days a certain weight,
Your heart racing, your breathing heavy,
When you repeat certain emotion.
A moment of what will come next, what will happen to you,
Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders,
Roaming around, watching where you're stepping,
Days living on autopilot, as if you're willingly caged,
What does it take to lessen
the seriousness of our fleeting existance?
Why do we extinguish
the passion of our wide-eyed children?
Do not silence the child within you,
he is only asking to be heard
and loved unconditionally.
