Have I faded in your memory?
Like a dandelion's silver floss that is picked up on the wind
and flies away...never to be seen again.
Where does it go?
Is its seed planted in your heart? Your soul?
Will something beautiful grow from it
or was the flower plucked and discarded?
Trampled underfoot to die amongst earthly remains?
One day you found the flower's silver floss
and breathed it on the wind across my heart.
It is planted deep inside me and from it grows
the beauty of the kindness and love you shared.
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