Dandelion

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I’m lying on the floor
Watching the sky with my innocent eye
Everything seems peaceful here
Tiny white flowers are flying everywhere
Dancing with the falling dots from the sky
Are they snow or are they ashes?
I can’t recognize

I’m breathing the cold breeze on the ground
Alone with the windy sound
My face is cold
My body is frozen
But I feel warm though

I’m resting with the fragment of the sky
Of the ground
Of the world
Of the garden of white dandelion…

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