// Dandelion //
As the songs of the crickets,
Soar high with the dimming light,
I set out for a deferred walk
In the corridors of my mind,
I tread gingerly past the walls,
Each brick adorned with
Fading souvenirs from the past;
I Softly blow the dandelion,
The wisps afloat with serene,
Bringing tranquility at last.
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