Dandelion
Dandelion
Oh dandelion, sun-kissed flame,
A fleeting wish, an endless name.
You twirl where gentle breezes play,
A timeless dance of gold and gray.
Upon the meadow's emerald sea,
You bloom with quiet destiny.
Each seed, a dream, a whispered tune,
Chasing stars beneath the moon.
If I could pluck the evening's glow,
And gift you petals kissed by snow,
I’d gather clouds to crown your hair,
With dandelion garlands, sweet and rare.
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I found this poem magical! It made me feel like I was watching a dandelion dance in slow motion. I loved how you painted dreamy images using simple yet powerful words. If you’ve ever looked at a flower and felt something deeper, you’ll connect instantly. For me, it felt like a soft lullaby written just for nature. I think you’ll adore it too—it’s gentle and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful! The rhythm is terrific and much like watching a dandelion dancing in the wind and spreading its speed.
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