Eye of the Beholder

Sat, 12/27/2014 - 13:25 -- A.zades
We drove past the meadow 
my palms stretched out wide
towards the never ending, clear blue sky
The hopeless dreams
and silly thoughts
poured out my every word
As my bright eyes
stayed wide with life
And the flowers   s p r a n g  u p
as we drove past the meadow
The dandelions  s a n g  with joy
the yellow hue caught my eye
And I picked you a bunch
a bunch of dandelions from the meadow 
You smiled and said
"Dandelions are nothing more than silly weeds
I much prefer roses"
and I cried all the way home...
 
I still drive past the meadow
and spot the bright yellow patches
I always smile at the dandelions 
and think they're beautiful.

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