I plucked your flowers

Every day till bare

But a stem 

Seeping in the night showers

Thorns fare


Wilting in the field

A hand found your roots

Finding a healed

Way to spruce


You are not dying

Dear Dandelion

You are merely 


Too far for your patch


But the boquet is not right

Without your feather silk array

Just be still 

Just for today


And with the flow

For You will grow

In time



@ Camile McGregor

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