Gypsy Sister of the Wind



Giving up will not be my legacy,
I will go to water when I thirst,
not expect the river to be my servant.

I can bloom in gravel
while spoiled roses
demand constant care.

I’m a dandelion, gypsy sister of the wind.

 ©Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #59

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  1. Phoenix RetributionJune 10, 2019 at 2:53 PM

    Being a gypsy sister sounds rad, not to mention blooming in gravel...low maintenance. Very nice Susie!

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  2. MargaretJune 10, 2019 at 3:21 PM

    gypsy sister - love that description of a dandelion!

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  3. Carrie Van HornJune 10, 2019 at 3:51 PM

    You have a strong heart from surviving so much heartache Susie! I love the idea and strength of bloomimg in gravel. A beautiful dandelion you are! 🌻

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  4. purplepeninportland.comJune 11, 2019 at 9:54 AM

    Dandelions are tough. That's why they grow and survive, while their sisters die on the vine.

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