Imagine for one moment
A dandelion seed head
Perfectly formed
And I purse my lips
And blow
Blow it out
To the four winds
And the seven seas
And by some miracle
You catch each seed
And collect
And reform them back
Back into their original shape
Or even slightly different
But at least close
You would have grasped
The full meaning of my words
The dandelion head
And the poem would be complete
And so would I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem