Will Hope Ever Wither Away
I still have hope.
That my dandelion seeds didn't give up.
The seeds I blew away in the past.
Yes, the winds will let them glide through the air.
Yes, the seeds will find their direction.
Yes, I am sure my wish will come true.
What if they are standing as dandelions,
settled peacefully on a vast grassy field
in a place filled with vibrating music of crickets,
filled with sounds of the wind softly tuning his violin,
the night's exquisite kisses to the morning for a good-night,
and gentle touches of delicate rain drops signalling a good-bye to the sun?
I still have hope.
That my dandelion seeds didn't give up.
The seeds I blew away for their good life.
Copyright © Andrew Park | Year Posted 2016
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