°°To The Dried Dandelions°°
i. I always forget the word, the word that is to be used. Nevertheless, I still remember the verses, at least some of them. These dried dandelions smell like coffeebeans sometimes to me. Though,
I know there's no particular odour for dandelions to possess. Still, the dryness and thirst within these dandelions make me feel at home.
ii. Recluse, I say is the best and breathless word to not only describe but also define this traveller here, that's me. Looking at the sk #aestheticthoughts#100poemsfor100days#wcwordoftheday#theunsungquill#100scarletstairs#wcrecluse