As we stood,
waiting for our taxi,
A dandelion seed danced delicately between us;
Of the single seed,
we both caught sight,
And watched it drift off
into the night;
It rose slowly, steadily,
taking its time;
Floating on the gentle breeze -
Floating free, as free as can be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tranquil theme. Nice