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whisper to me
the story
of your flight
your curious days

your sacred nights
whisper to me
the story of a life you wish
for the world to hold

and I shall place it
like dandelion seeds
neath the mouth
of forever

Rene~May 11, 2013

Photo by Rene 


Magpie Tales image by Togan Gokbakar

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  1. dandelion seeds...like wishes...at the mouth of forever...love those lines rene...

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  2. "The story of a life you wish for the world to hold" - now that's powerful

    thank you

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  3. totally wonderful....dandelion seed wishes...sigh...x

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  4. I really like this.

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  5. I love this poem - so simple and so evocative and the placing of the dandelion seed is so poignant - thanks. Nice use of words and I love the images.

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  6. These two seeds of eternity. This is outstanding, Rene , thanks

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  7. What a poignant and beautiful poem!

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  8. Remarkably effective writing...

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  9. A beautiful poem on a beautiful concept.

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  10. You've piqued my curiosity of what it would be like to be in flight :-)

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  11. I absolutely loved this. Nice write.

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  12. Great images, word choice, line work. Awesome.

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  13. This is stunning I love the closing lines, absolute brilliance!

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  14. Love love that last line...nice write Rene...

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