Dandelion
By Poet
We blow away the seeds
Of wishes so they grow,
Dandelions everywhere,
And we kill them for our hopes.
It's as though a death can make our
Dreams come true.
Wished, dreams, hopes, but in the end,
Our childhood flashes before our eyes
and we feel as though we can keep on living.
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