The Dandelion...
It blooms like the Sun, alone in the sea of grass, breaking free through streets of stone flashing us with its power and love for life. The flower of hope, strength, passion, desire, dignity and confidence. The Danelion is special. You know why? Because it dies with grace, passion and beauty. Solemnly floating away in the wind. A mist of snow flowing towards the skies. Oh Danelion.. If I could float away with you.. |
Added 30 nov 2019 Poetry
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