In fields of gold where time's embrace,
Dandelions dance with gentle grace.
They whispers of moments, fleeting and light,
In the soft glow of the fading sunlight.

Each petal a memory, a story untolds,
Woven in threads of bronze and gold.
The past unfolds like petals in the breeze,
Carrying whispers of both cherished & unease.

A symphony of dandelions, a song in the air,
Echoes of laughter and moments to share.
Nostalgia blooms in the meadow's embrace,
Capturing the essence of love and its trace.

Wistful whispers in the evening's hush,
Dandelions whisper, memories blush.
In the quiet dance of seeds on the wind,
Love's subtle magic, forever thinned.

Their feathery dance in the moonlit gleam,
Carries the essence of a love's sweet dream.
A silent wish in each seed's flight,
Paints the canvas of the velvet night.

Amidst the meadow, where time takes its cue,
Love's reflects in the morning dew.
Dandelions, like secrets in the dusk's design,
A symphony of whispers, yours and mine.

Soft echoes linger, as the night withdraws,
Love's tender gaze in nature's applause.
In the heartbeat of moments, in the hands of time,
Still wishing on dandelions, that you be miiiinneee.

❤️
© #Sherlocked