Poetry

My Dandelion

dandelion
            To my dandelion,                          Still vibrant with syntax,

            I feel your spirit weep.                  a full moon in your prime.

            Though a bitter weed to many,             Roots leaving foot tracks,

            my love is yours to reap.                 waning soul aligned. 
            
            Now rise through the cracks,              When you're time runs out,

            Young sun; Faith is blind.                you'll know what it's about.

            My advice? Relax,                         Making a wish into the gust,

            just for this one time.                   your seeds will know who to trust.

            The world has hated you,                  Bright stars on the wax,

            but I created you.                        the oath which is signed,

            Do what's right for me,                   keeps you facing the facts.

            and grow old joyfully.                    Hold your heart as mine.

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