Dandelion
Fluff
Hyun Jin Jun
A tiny dandelion fluff, my little hand,
is floating on the empty, mild air of spring.
Quietly, with a scent of loneliness,
I wait for a gift, a love…
It still remains an empty air, and an empty hand.
Led by the whispering of the wind, I reach out my hand.
Feeling a slight touch, a slight love,
A beautiful love begins with fluttering fluff of dandelion.
Nice poem! A pic would add more context. I used to think dandelion fluffs looked like my grandma's hair. White and round and puffy. Brings back memories.
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