poetry Endings. by Ian MillerNovember 18, 2018 Comment 1 One breath. The dandelion falls apart, into a hundred new stories. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... 1 comment on “Endings.” zeckrombryan November 18, 2018 Another blow, the dandelion dances with the wind, breathing new life into this world. Great piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊 LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Post navigation Previous Post Next Post
Another blow, the dandelion dances with the wind, breathing new life into this world. Great piece of poetry. Hope to see more from you. 😊😊😊
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