Dandefluff 3
In a field of time, remote,
I'm destined to forever float.
Once, I was sure-footed,
youthful and firmly rooted
until a little girl went "puff",
and now I'm only dandefluff.
As time marched on, aloof,
a little girl went "poof".
Skies, like hair, turned to grey,
and a dandelion had her day,
but, in memory, I ring true,
in a sunlit sky of blue.
Will my scattered seed,
fulfill the childish need
of tomorrow's winsome girl
setting a new stem atwirl?
A gentle breeze that blows,
comforts me and says it's so.
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