A puffy dandelion catch my sight
Swinging smoothly on my right
While i tried to grasp a fading hope
It flowed away with no tears to mope
How poor is that tiny creature
With one grasp i destroyed its feature
And yet .. The pieces of my tiny creature flew
With one windy blow
Surfing randomly ... Searching for a clue
To solve the mystery gloom of dreaming
To search for the real meaning
It`s honorable to watch them all flying
No matter
How`s the weather
The tiny pieces survived
As i continued living my life
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