I fragmented in the wind
Of your violent storm
—Dandelions were in my eyes—
I scattered and drifted away,
Thousands of delicate pieces
Lost in the rain and the mud—
I cannot find security
—I have no home—
In a world dominated by you.
xxvii. dandelions
I fragmented in the wind
Of your violent storm
—Dandelions were in my eyes—
I scattered and drifted away,
Thousands of delicate pieces
Lost in the rain and the mud—
I cannot find security
—I have no home—
In a world dominated by you.