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Dandelion

In a chiaroscuro of shapes your hand,
Pledging a bouquet so winsome and,
Bursting with this gift desire of miles,
Of weightless flights to carve smiles,
On the moon or hearts aflame with,

The wonder of magical dreams;
Formless shadows part the streams,
Of night bringing to day time,
Sweet senses with changes in clime,
Passing through asteroids in orbit;

Morning sun delights her kisses,
Where baskets carried by their misses,
Pluck the fragrance of radiant blooms;
An array of colours, array of plumes,
And there among them waning dandelions.

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