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Dandelion
Raindrops rippling in puddles of melancholy,
The sky roars with unbridled agony,
And bolts of lightning burst through clouds sluggishly gloomy...
In the midst of a night strikingly stormy,
A fluff of cottony white braves through with purposeful glee,
A lone dandelion floats through the night so inky...
Weighing down with the burden of a tempest quite misty,
The fog envelopes in shadows ghostly...
Twirling, its drenched and its falling slowly,
All it can decide is where its resting place should be...
So the dandelion flutters to me, unbelievably,
I, an observer, perched on the edge of a balcony,
I saw the dandelion persist with a tragic beauty,
I saw it hover and give in to impossibility,
I saw it lose in a futile battle of misery...
And I can't help but wonder...
Is the same to happen to me?
© Alter Ego
The sky roars with unbridled agony,
And bolts of lightning burst through clouds sluggishly gloomy...
In the midst of a night strikingly stormy,
A fluff of cottony white braves through with purposeful glee,
A lone dandelion floats through the night so inky...
Weighing down with the burden of a tempest quite misty,
The fog envelopes in shadows ghostly...
Twirling, its drenched and its falling slowly,
All it can decide is where its resting place should be...
So the dandelion flutters to me, unbelievably,
I, an observer, perched on the edge of a balcony,
I saw the dandelion persist with a tragic beauty,
I saw it hover and give in to impossibility,
I saw it lose in a futile battle of misery...
And I can't help but wonder...
Is the same to happen to me?
© Alter Ego
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