The Dandelion's News!

I remained: a lone, dry dandelion in the far desert: tied with an invisible rope to the wild steed of the wind. Whirling and passing from one mirage to another, one after another I have passed one after another, as if endlessly. I remained: with the long breaths of your river in my heart with the hidden seed of your flower in my fist. I remained: with you in me: we have remained. Like so many. After the paltry mirage, I tell myself: we, like so many, will go on remaining hand in hand, surging like waves in the blue streets of the city like the free eruption of red roses as if, this time: without end...