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[all things start with a seed]
when you look at a field full of dandelion puffs
do you see wishes or weeds?
magic or just seeds?
I see dozens of flowers nobody wanted
who choose to bloom anyway
In this case, the seed was a promise to write at least one poem every day for a year. I figured the odds were on my side; they couldn't all end up lame, right?
Imagine my surprise when a field full of poems sprouted!
Between daydreams and moonbeams, I've woven poetry out of my favorite myths and fairytales. Every flower (and every poem) is beautiful in its own way, but this particular collection is focused on putting magic into words. I played dandelion and scattered these poems across the pagers with no real rhyme or reason. Enjoy the ride, and land wherever the wind takes you.
