Thistle Down
Spread not thy love
like thistle down
upon the errant wind
For thy knows not
where thy seed lands
or what is shall portend
Instead lie close
to garden gate
To hearth, kith and kin
Lie just with she
who holds thy heart
where love ends and begins
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