Dandelion Dreams

  I dreamt of dandelions one night. I felt the fuzzy seeds that grow outwards from its core. They looked peaceful as they swayed in the sunlight. I blew the fuzz until there were no more. I made a wish as they blew away in the soft breeze. They fluttered to the ground one by one. I simply wished for happiness in everyone's day. And I had a smile until that day was done. I stared at the flower. I looked because it was bare. I stared for what seemed like an hour. Then I laid it down with care. I wished another wish; want to know what for? I wished that I could dream that dream once more.  

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