lift off - the sharp tearing
wrench, delicious pain -
dandelion puffs afloat on
a breeze merciless in its
wooing... or does the flower
just give up, persuaded to
yield, and release the seed
to rise, to separate, leaving
a stem stark against the sunshine
drying slowly into Winter's
outstretched claws?
Rojan Zét
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