Dandelion

Dandelion

How many times

Have I come upon you?

Humble dandelion,

My roaring weed.

With dreams unfulfilled,

I lift you to my lips,

Blowing on your fair head,

Letting my wishes fly away.

Dancing in the wind,

Like angels in a storm,

Carrying with them,

Your life and my desires.

The essence of you,

Heals a part of me,

We scatter together,

Spreading our seeds.

Perhaps one day soon,

I will raise a cup,

Drinking the sunshine,

Within dandelion wine.

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Scholastic prismacolor pencils on black toned Strathmore paper 9 x 12 in.