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

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Sandra Adams

Date: 10/2/2013 7:24:00 PM

I loved playing with flowers as a child, and still catch myself blowing those wishes into the wind...great write :)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/2/2013 6:01:00 PM

this is very pretty. I always loved that loves me, loves me not on the flowers!