If I were dandelion
I put my existence in the way of wind
My existence that is full of feathers.
I went to the willing people
Those who have a pure and kind heart
Then sat on palms of the old; the young and the children
And a moment later
With a blow that came from
The depths of chest
Mixed with a dream
I searched for the address of love and friend
So until feathers remained on my existence
I continued searching
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Beautiful lines, pouring love to all you meet and the journey continues in search of love..+++10