Francesca Bossert

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DANDELION

 

My head is as light as a dandelion gone to seed,

Colourful ideas quivering,

Eager for release,

Willing to float effortlessly towards my fingertips,

To meet and greet with sparkling gasps of delight,

Thrilled to be part of

My big picture.

 

Maybe I should make a wish

After my nap…