You’re a wildflower in midst of many pretty dull daffodils
Acting so strong, you’re the fragile dandelion I choose to
keep
Away from the endlessly blowing winds and thrills
Only for my own to huff as a wish I hope to reap
And as the countless bits & pieces of fluff scattered
came afloat
I watch them all dance beneath the tangerine sun’s spotlight
Magically disappearing into thin air without a cover nor a
coat
And how they led you back here to me,
For our brushing paths have never felt so right.
