Dandelion
I sit in a field.
Not real, just imagination.
I see you, far away.
I pick a dandelion,
standing up.
I walk to give it to you,
but you drift away.
I run, and run,
to get it to you.
I finally reach you,
and put the dandelion in your hair.
You look so pretty,
so handsome.
You are my dandelion,
and my love for you,
so soft and sweet.
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