Dandelions
They go where the wind takes them
I would resist
I would hold on
I would stand my ground
I would fly to places unknown
I would travel above the limit of the sky
I would use my wings to fly
Not were the wind takes me
Dandelions
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
Dandelions
They go where the wind takes them
I would resist
I would hold on
I would stand my ground
I would fly to places unknown
I would travel above the limit of the sky
I would use my wings to fly
Not were the wind takes me
Dandelions
This is my first poem ever made when I was 12 years old. It describes how I have felt for most of my life.
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