Silly Thoughts
The wind has set dandelion tufts free
to ride summer breezes and spread their seed.
And she whispers, "If only that were me,"
her jittery heart longing to be freed.
She oft dreams of floating high in the sky
untethered from earthly reality.
She is to be married in late July,
and she is not so sure; she wants to be.
She watched yellow dandelions turn white
as time drained their vivid color away.
And it appeared to happen overnight,
making her reflect on her wedding day.
But she soon dismisses such silly thoughts,
for they tend to tie her stomach in knots.
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