I wear a small bit of my soul on my wrist
In the form of a gift
A lost wish..
A dandelion kissed with the breath of a never hoped hope
A never dreamt dream
Caught by a man with a father's heart
Who saw a lost daughter
Too broken to desire her deepest desires
Mine.
One restored
With engraved wings,
freed to soar.
Monday, August 29, 2016
The bracelet
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-kaja