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Eloisa Feb 12
I wonder if every dandelion I have sent through the wind
whispered how I still long
for a warm embrace.
And so I begged
my friendly, fragile friends
once more.
These  little wisps of white.
Please murmur my wishes
to the breeze.
My song of love,  my dream of peace.
I have gone cold turkey
On many a vice and addictions,
Wasn't nearly there,
When it came to you,
You -a newly seeded dandelion,
In my beautiful garden,
Pulled you out cleanly,
From root to tip,
Far away from flowering,
You didn't even look pretty,
Once a part of a  beauty,
Swayed fuzzy and whispy,
Got kicked and treaded over,
Scattered fragments,
Waiting to seed again,
Pretty on the outside,
Trouble for the gardener,
Didn't even use my rage,
Just calmly uprooted you,
So you wouldn't flower,
Won't scatter anymore,
Spread like a **** again,
But who knows,
Weeds are resilient,
Maybe you'll flower,
In someone else's garden,
Blossom and bloom,
Just to be kicked again,
Always loved a dandelion,
Pretty in the hands,
Prettier when scattered,
So I won't hold you again.
Leaving you out in the cold
Pyrrha Nov 2021
I want to be like a dandelion
Full of color and patience
Waiting for the day to come
Where I'm free to fly away
I found this in my drafts and I don't remember what this was about or why I didn't post it
alupa Sep 2021
I feel like a dandelion
My rib cage is fragile
And it takes nothing more
than a gust of wind
for my heart to fall apart
Anna Alycia Jul 2021
dandelion is me,
wind has my fate.
it sends me to the mud,
where it's filled with unknown.
I thank wind for teaching me,
"you'll grow when you start to appreciate"
Gratitude is always vital
Draginja Knezi May 2021
step by
nail by
in the hair
of a willow
may 2021
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