Thistle Seed

 

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Chased by the wind, I see you dance.

You pirouette without a glance

to those who stand and watch you twirl.

Swiftly gliding you pass in a swirl

Racing back to your private soiree,

you bounce on tiptoes as you glide away.

Although you leave me far behind,

I’m flying too, if just in my mind.

For in my heart I, too, do soar

following you over glen and tor.

You’ve touched my soul and set it free,

Sweetly dancing thistle seed.

About TA Sullivan

An author, writer, photographer, and fellow life traveler who offers her wit, wisdom, and stories with others who share her path, if even for a moment.
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