Dandelions in a patch
Burgeoning on the lawn.
Hoping we can be a match
Something to depend on.
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I pluck a flower,
Count off the yellow petals.
They form a tower,
The answer hurts like nettles.
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Then I find one gone to seed,
Blow them with a dear wish for you.
Try to catch one, then succeed.
It will grow if your love proves true.
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Water it carefully, lots of sun.
A new, green sprout comes up,
I believe I have finally won!
Then, what is tipped- the cup!
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I have given up all meager hope-
I need to clean this up, pass the soap.
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Cezanne Libellen
I am an ailurophile, xocolatophile, linguaphile, lexophile, and a bibliophile. Writing is my passion. I am currently working on a novel. Subscribe and share my stories if you want to see more of my work!
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Haha, I love the ending: I need to clean this up, pass the soap. Sad and relatable!! Good job!!
“It will grow if your love proves true” 😍😍 so in love with this line.
CL ~ So glad 2/C you "PeTaling" your Oh-So Creative 'Seeds' once again - Indeed ~ Jay
A great window on the tribulations of love, great job!
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He loves me, loves me not, Great poem Cezanne. When a whole field blooms it revives hope. 🥰 The true néctar of our existence.