Dandelions

She picked a dandelion,

twirling it between her finger and thumb

while dreaming of yellow roses

and country lanes.

 

Life is what you make of it

so she shut her eyes tightly

imagining a place that did not exist

where she felt calm and whole.

 

When she reopened them

the sun sat high in the clouds

beaming down at her

and the dandelion flew from her grasp.

 

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