She floats, carried by the soft breeze of a summer's day
Passing on whispers that he sent last winter
Every little lion's tooth dances like a ballerina's ribbon
Twirls and lifts off
She brushes against his cheek
Like a soft kiss of a past lover
And for a moment his mind wonders
To her soft lips
She's not a beautiful rose
Nor a plant with roots
She dances to the pulses of Mother Nature's breaths
She has no home, or final resting place
a Dandelion
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