She Hates Dandelions #PoetryMonday_10

Scouting all the way from

Eurasian highlands to North Rocky

And found something like that sort

with soul, heart and nerves

I gave her Dandelions

This one, contains my stains and dreams

And to give it I had no shame

But she said she hates them

Rest, only my ears could see as my eyes drowned

She hates them because it never lasts forever

Wind may take it away sooner or later

What’s the point of uncertainty?

So, all I did was to give her a tree of greens

Whose gush may be, taking away someone’s Dandelions,

before it’s even seen.



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