Dandelions
heads taking flight
in a field strewn with them,
travelling lost.
transparent ghosts
telling old stories,
travelling so lightly.
stuck on the stem’s end,
a memory of the whole
withstanding Fate.
Sunday, 18 July 2021
A Poem a Day (455): Dandelions
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