Dandelion

When the golden flower bloom
turns to a silver ball of puffs
we breathe in deep and hope and pray,
then blow them to the wind.

But it is not our wish being granted,
rather the one of the plant itself,
for it found a way to spread its seeds
by promising to fulfill our dreams.

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