The Morning Moon - Dandelions

Dandelions bring
Texture to the ceiling
Dropping snow on my closed eyes

We just take it slow
Roots grow from our elbows
Tie us to these old wood floors

Oh we breathe
Light in deeply
Then it falls back out our wide mouths

We don't want to go
Anywhere our leaves don't
Don't you let me blow away

Written by:
Lily Moriarty, Max Eliot

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