Her dress flared as she twirled.

Her cheeks bloomed into rose petals.

Light seeped through the trees.

Off she went to somewhere–


She wished on a dandelion.

The puffs flurried and flew,

She fell, she flocked, she followed.

White seeds floated away,


Dwindling around her,

in slow motion.

Falling to the ground, laughing–

feeling the utmost beautiful.


The seed hits the ground,

Preparing to cut off other plants,

Deadly to its surroundings.


Malicious, yet so beautiful;

deadly, yet so tempting.





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