Feather light vessels, white as snow and soft to the touch
Dance through the air to their final resting place.
They know their place in the world.
Float, plant, grow, reproduce.
A girl lays on the impossibly green grass
All smiles and sunlight and skin.
She rolls over onto her stomach and blows softly
'Next year we'll come back and see what has grown'
We both laugh at the absurdity of it
Sideways glances and flirty lashes
Fluff and seeds searching searching searching
I search as well, for her, now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the lines like 'Dance through the air to their final resting place' from Dandelion.Anyway i believe that you have your place is in poetry. sincerely Augustine Sebastian