Jennie rubbed the sandpaper rhythmically along the curved edge of the skateboard deck. On the sixth pass, the gritty paper caught the end of her finger.
"Ow!" Several tiny blood droplets came to the
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be a sunflower Said My Mother,
I am only a dandelion seed drifting through the wind,
Time passes within the breaths
carrying me here, there, everywhere, anywhere, and nowhere
I land in the loss of power
in the land of Loss
I will become overcome.
I will bloom, or not, the decision has not yet been.
And I am an if, for now,
I am okay with the breeze taking me
I am okay falling in the storms
I am okay when winter kisses me with her cold
I will wonder the world until I find my place to flower
in the place where seed breaks,
to finally bloom.
I am only a dandelion seed drifting through the wind,
Time passes within the breaths
carrying me here, there, everywhere, anywhere, and nowhere
I land in the loss of power
in the land of Loss
I will become overcome.
I will bloom, or not, the decision has not yet been.
And I am an if, for now,
I am okay with the breeze taking me
I am okay falling in the storms
I am okay when winter kisses me with her cold
I will wonder the world until I find my place to flower
in the place where seed breaks,
to finally bloom.