The flight of the dandelion begins
Across the sand and hillocks
A blinded journey of faith on wings of the unseen air.
Thy life bearing sphere
Thy circle being
Silent traveler of hope,
Thy beauty consumes me.
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Fly O free spirit
Fly fly fly
And look not back with eyes of sorrow
For beginnings humble
Noble dandelion
Fly, fly, fly.
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