Dandelion:

 

This morning I painted a danelion I'd seen.

Already to be blown by the wind, and taken airbourne ready to seed.

Even it's etheral quality amongst the green.

For all colours and etheral flatters green reed.

Tick tock as time and the elements sweep by; so dandelion is dispersed till it is elsewhere seen.

Creations wonder, however, can they call them weed, their healing powers we need.

 

By Anita Griffiths

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ashes_twisted's picture

such

a classical feel to it,

and a very beautiful read. =)


"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo

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Dandilion

Thanks for taking time to read my poetry ashes_twisted, and thanks for your encouraging remarks.


 

 

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