Blowing Dandelions.


You blow dandelions capturing a form of innocence that anchors a heart.
Stoic stomachs feel happy around you.
I don't feel at a loss anymore.
Lovely poems don't feel forced.
I don't feel any worse.
I'm just neutral for the most part.
I don't feel any worse.
Validations come not from what I can dig for,
but from what I have already received.
Treasures melt at your arrival.

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