A dandelion floats upon the breeze
drifting away with careless ease.
I reached, I ran, but it wouldn't stay,
like you it slipped and flew away.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 5:23 AM UTC
A dandelion floats upon the breeze
drifting away with careless ease.
I reached, I ran, but it wouldn't stay,
like you it slipped and flew away.
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