Dandelion Sure

What if I wished you away,

a leaf in autumn winds,

taken, 

light as seeds of dandelions.

Scattered far from this reality

to shattering glass shards,

sea of integrating blues

crashing elegantly upon

rocky shores, tides still come

in they bring you back.

And here we are again,

despair, as the flower 

on thin spread shores

is that, of your seed.

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[Wondering Mind]

Oo the imagery in this.