Foliage of dandelions
Dancing to the
tune of the winds
Among the
conflate of warmth and the early mist
The yellow blooms
bright in the sun
Rippling a
curve of smile on my lips
Over a cup of
coffee
And a break
from my book
I enjoyed
their splendor
Wrapped up the
moment
To live the
day ahead
As a little
girl I was then
Often I ran,
to touch and feel
Once they turn
white soft cottons
They were lost
to the kiss of the winds
I fancied a
dream come true
I wait another
spring
Gazing at the
eternal land
To experience
her beauty
Spread in the
infinity
Giving birth
with each death
She is my love
Short lived
yet beautiful
As in this
abandoned life
I found a
reason to live
With the
garden of dandelions
