Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther Poet Cinquain

Spirit of the Dandelion

Oh wow stop now
The spirit of the dandelion
Is near, on boy what joy
The dandelion spirit is here
Spinning floating doting on the grass

And in the atmosphere
The dandelion spirit  in 
The gentle  ambience
Dancing on the essence of the sphere
The spirit was scattered with the breeze

There the dandelions seeds
A softest whisper in one's ear
I AM SPIRIT HERE I AM
Dandelion seeds rest every where
Colors are tender and boldness of the day

Lyrics whispered by the wind
Be  mystified by all that you have seen
Dandelion breeze
You will not see this day again
For no day is exactly the same

That is the mystery

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