The Dandelion's Fluff
By Tatiana Pahlen

The journey was long . . .
It's over at last!
The joy promises
No longer lust.
The dandelion's fluff
Litters the grass,
While losing its bonnets
With the light gust.
Yet, the sun is shining,
At dusk the moon is bright.
The journey was long,
It's over at last.
As the dandelion's blossoms
Turn to snow white,
The journey will end,
Yearn not for its past.

September, 1995

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