Wish by Myst Ryder


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I frown in indecision at
the simple flower
a common weed, really
not even a flower at all
a white puff on a green stem
a stem bending in the wind,
laden with light seeds

they say that blowing
on this flower
can make your wishes come true
not that the flower is magical
or anything
after all
it is only a flower

but there is some rare beauty
of a puff of white
promising hope
and a future
and I can't help but wonder
if
the flower has wishes of its own

and so
with a whispered thought on my tongue
I close my eyes
blow
and let my wish dance on the wind
just as the seeds danced
free