close your eyes
make a wish
and blow the seeds away.
fragments of your thought
they carry it across
who listens to these dreams
who will grant your wish?
some are scattered and lost
others merrily float
oblivious to its surroundings
fulfilling its one and only purpose.
dandelion seeds
magical rituals
who will they reach?
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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