And when they think I am gone,
I will resurface in the fall.
You will feel me in the wind,
And taste me in your wine.
The words I leave behind,
Earthy, and nutty and pleasingly bitter,
You will keep close to your heart –
I was a simple dandelion,
That opened with the morning sun and,
Closed up at night.
I watched the world from up close and,
I was happy –
To be yourself; to know, that you are yourself,
In a world filled with fears,
Is truly a noble thing.
Dedicated to Lyra Mckee
Photography by mad-eye-view
