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Sep 12
I don't know.
I linger proficiently such as dandelion 's seeds worship the skies
and move through its airspace until it falls back into the soil.
Though the soil nourishes as a mother she,
the dandelion,
still misses the sky it once roamed
so it will send out its children far up high
and watch the cycle repeat again and again.
I've lived a thousand lives with people i cherished
but only left a part of me to few
so somedays when the weather gets colder
and sky get blue i think about the parts of me and i think about you
as to me humans,
animals,
things and Ai
do not differ as i humanise and empathise with everything and they all got a part of me.
Even you.
So as a dandelion i once again
Sprout my seeds to horizon
And flicker through environments again and again
Till i find home in every one of them
This poem is the one i was proud of for some time. It was written in a feeling on how every little piece of me is carried in every person i've met. They are so little and i can hardly notice but sometimes it shines through.
Written by
RT Naintial  18/F
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