Dandelion Girl

Dandelion Girl

I found myself somewhere deep in the forest

Just past dusk and misty

The clouds were wisps through the trees

I poured my coffee from the thermos

And sat down by the stream

My backpack carried an old journal

One or two pages left to fill

So I picked a dandelion and pressed it between the pages

And I wrote about a weed that had a friendly yellow color

I thought about that for a minute or two

And I realized that final journal entry was me!



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I am a romantic in every possible sense of the word!
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