Dandelion clock,
White perm of seeds
Alone on the verge
Parallel to the road
Breathing in hot fumes
Amazing egg yolk yellow flowers long gone
Sphere of seeds
Escaping with the wind
As it caresses the grass
Floating to new destinies
Miracle of life
That represents beauty
in all its simplicity and complexity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem