Blowball Weed

Close your eyes and make a wish,
holding a dandelion in a sunny breeze.

Not all "hold on" means a sweeter way,
sometimes letting go speaks bravery.

As you open your eyes, blow some air
to the blow ball weed.

Take a smile as you witness your hopes,
your pain and your wishes as it goes along with the flowing wind.

Let those tiny seeds reach their destined place and believe it will grow somewhere, someday.

From hopes to living reality, from pain to recovery, from wishes to a dream come true and...

from a single seed to a dandelion field.

Rica Mae Bogoy
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