The many springs.. she lived slipped by in ether..
The harsh springs gently taught the truant her…
Not to yearn ..for love…for life or for a single hour..
Instead, she keeps single flower hidden in the pages
Of her favorite book, dried in hope as it ages..
And, this fall, she picks a dandelion wild
A weed, to grow free, to love herself true and wild
She makes a wish to the dancing dandelion in the wind..
A flying wish ..to carry ... her true desires in the wind
Yes, she has figured that all it takes..
To know it ain’t always give for all who take..
And that joy is just the rare moments you choose to make..
Yes, this fall, she chooses..happiness over a birthday cake
Chooses happiness and joy…for happiness sake..
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