317 – Dandelion Clock

Poem number 317
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Dandelion Clock
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Delicate, floating, a butterfly’s wings
Silent but singing of summer and spring
There for a moment and gone just as swift
An uplift of sunshine, a gossamer gift
So gentle, so lovely, an echo in time
A childhood remembered, so joyful, sublime.

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