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Amid the whispering fields so wide,
A dandelion girl does glide.
Her eyes, like moons—so pale, so bright,
Reflect the hush of silver night.
Her hair, spun white like drifting lace,
A cloudbound wish, a dream’s embrace.
Her gown of petals, pink and pure,
Softly sways—a breath unsure.
A painter’s stroke, surreal and fine,
A dreamer’s touch in curling line.
She waltzes where the wild winds call,
A fleeting wish—a breath—that’s all.
with love by Mojo