Dandelions growing in my
head
They have not been blown away
With thee I feel blessed
Thy existence is without decay
Only courageous soil maintain thee
For your seeds scatter in fertile soil
You embrace the winds to flee
Part of my breath devoted thy soul
You stand firm against persistent horseweeds
You are stitched and mended together
Capped by bright yellow flowery-seeds
You sprout regardless of the weather
Nor should you twist or fold into another
Familiar Shape until you are flying solo by
I have all the peaces of you floating under
And around the atmosphere sky
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem