Little Dandelion

Mon, 10/06/2014 - 16:02 -- hburke

A young dandelion spurts from the ground.
A lonesome little fellow
with a distinguished beauty,
yet such great repugnance.

This dandelion soars upon the blades of green.
A great gift it must be to view this world as such
Beneath the ignorance, and hatred,
and horrors of man.
What a terrifying view he bares.

This little lonesome dandelion weeps 
A single tear drips down his withering spine.
It's not easy to live among such 
a disastrously evolving place.
He weeps and withers,
and that is the end of him.


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