The way I stand
With my skirts blowing all around me
And the wind catching my hair
I see the dandelion furls curling and uncurling and basking in the breeze
I smell your scent from far off
Across the forest
As you examine the closest tendrils of fern
The broken branches
You lay your trail
Blazing on behind me
Before you
I stand waiting.
I wait for you to come.
I wait for you.
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