What absolute joy is this?To see the dandelions bliss.Where wonder runs as wild as the flowers.I could stay there for hours.Green meadows grow taller.After dark storms water.For God caused it to grow,After pain swallowed me long ago.Now I stand in fields of dandelions.After God rescued me from the lions.I blow dandelions in the wind.Joy isContinue reading “dandelions in the wind”
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