National Poetry Month day 13

Follow me
across the meadow
as we set dandelion wisps to flight

Follow me
as we swing from the branches
shrieking through air
molding mud between toes as we land

Follow me
as we sniffle through the darkness
writing stories on the walls
with shadowy pens they cannot take from us

I'll follow you
as you break and burn bridges
I'm there stomping flames out
calling for you to
follow me

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