DandelionsA Poem by T.C. Banks
Dandelions form in the cracks of my mind
Dandelions roar with words that aren’t kind Poachers come and the ‘lions are no more Rainfall comes to sooth what’s sore Sunlight beams with a brilliant shine But dandelions form in the cracks of my mind © 2022 T.C. BanksFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on October 4, 2022 Last Updated on October 4, 2022 AuthorT.C. BanksGreenwood, INAboutI am 29 years old, I have been writing off and on for over a decade. I appreciate all feedback on my works more..Writing
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