Pollen

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Pollen
Enclosed in this space
Never seen the sky
Never seen the face

I'm waiting for my destiny
Waiting for a draft of wind
Or a bumbling bee

I'm not alone here
And I can tell
There are others near

I'm pollen and I bring plants
I fly through the air
Get stuck on your pants

And when the flower opens
I'm free
27/03/2017

published in Rennie Grove hospice care rhyme and reason 2018 diary


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