Dandelion
There's a dandelion in the front yard,
All fluff and white with age.
And a willow tree standing guard,
To keep the breeze away.
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I gaze out the open window,
And to myslef, admire-
Admire the strength of the willow,
The willow standing guard.
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I admire the persistent breeze,
Who tries to reach the flower.
What would I wish, if I were the wind
That roars on ever louder.
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What would I wish
When the seeds went flying?
What would I wish
After that final blow.
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What would I wish,
But the wind is now dying
And it left the dandelion whole.
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Poetry for the Soul
PuisiAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
