Dandelion faith She blew the dandelion into the summer breeze hoping that her father would see but like the sun which shines by day and hides by night her enemies rotate Watching and waiting over the capture they made Knowing that if they are not careful the enemies would raid She knew in her heart that her father would come to her rescue With all the men running through the trees and tall fesue The last men standing would be from her tribe As her tribe will never retreat but will circumscribe Circumscribe the enemies village until she, Ayala is back in her father possession The enemies hold her captive in wait of a confession She blew the dandelion in to the breeze and all the pieces flew And as she watch them float away her tribe came through
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 06:01:54 +0000
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