Floating Dreams
- Ashli Wuss
- Oct 1, 2021
- 1 min read
As the little girl runs through the meadow,
feeling the silky green grass on her soft supple feet,
she spots a singular, white fluffy dandelion
among the red roses and purple petunias.
This white puffball,
majestically sways in the wind,
luring her, into a world full of
hopes and dreams.
She travels to the alluring white globe,
grasping the slender green stem,
closing her wishful eyes,
blowing on the white puffball,
watching, then
chasing the white tufts
that float away
like parachutes,
impossible to catch.
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