Parachutes
floating on
a dying whisper
blowing slowly
upon the breath
one flower
blossoming colour
of sunshine
one blow
cotton like
parachutes
on a gentle breeze
kissing upon
a wish whispered
keep guessing
beautiful
within one's mind
as the last
one blows
watching them
floating out
of vision
love me not
flirting dreams
on the breeze landed
in love
a fairytale
you do
love me
love me not
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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