Today I found dandelions Among the yellowing weeds Beautiful but not majestic Beautiful in its simplicity The dandelion never chooses It always trusts the wind that carries it It grows anywhere But that doesn't take away the essence of its beauty Simplicity is so inherent Though scorn still echoes Fragility occasionally becomes a weapon ready to stab her Swayed by the wind without a definite direction A gust of wind may blow away the dandelions But never able to obliterate its existence Kisah Zella, seorang dokter yang berusaha untuk berdamai dengan masa lalunya. Slow update