Non-Erotic PoetryDandelion's DanceThey're all arms and legs across
the stage. I'm amazed with the beauty
of something I've never watched
or ever cared for, but now I see them.
They're on pointe, white skirts whirling,
graceful as dandelion seeds
dancing on a breeze. As my flower floats
by, I make a wish she is this happy
always then root it all in memories.
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