Tiny white bristles
Sailing parachutes of wild,
Field of dandelions
Calm.
I am no flower
I have but a wild side
Range of emotions
Confuse.
Wish I am the dandelion that
sail the many thoughts of
faith, trust and courage, and
Settle.
*** Published in I Heal, and You Heal
© Deeya Nambiar
Poetry and poems
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