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Dandelion

Alone, fluffy, weightless
floating around
with the untameable wind.
Sometimes landing
on wet ground
yet, the whiteness intact.
Getting caught, sometimes
by a child’s eager hands
and flying away
with no compulsion
to return…
I sometimes wish
I was a Dandelion…

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