Dandelion
Something misleading
in the center of
why we dream
makes us mortal.
A frozen tear slipping
from her cheek
shatters on the
pavement. The
pattern it creates
signifies nothing
(a fact which leads
her into temptation).
An ill wind blows
her dandelion out.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
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