Dandelion Dust
I have landed, at the mercy of the wind,
In the arms that you left spread open,
Like the dust of a wish,
That you once plucked from the ground,
As a little boy,
When you had an innocent thirst ,
To relinquish love to the wounded.


I have landed, at the mercy of the wind,
In the arms that you left spread open,
Like the dust of a wish,
That you once plucked from the ground,
As a little boy,
When you had an innocent thirst ,
To relinquish love to the wounded.