Now she walks the land The heart of which she always belonged to On the back ways Finding wild flowers and stones For a wise woman's treasury She set free to the wind When the clock of her memory dispersed
Dandelion Into uncountable incomprehensible time capsules
Film rearranged on the reel In her eyes, i would always be four Four years old
Dandelion My dandelion
It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades away
