The Dandelion O’er The Field

She Thrives through the meadows
Swaying with the blows
As it strikes against 
Her shaky crown

Watching the seeds flutter
With a whisper
To a deep and distant realm
While settling to retire

Later you see another,
You steadily blow among her
Warm and whole hearted
Hoping for your heart’s desire

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