The day hadn’t even begun, yet it felt like it’ll never end.
Caught in the breeze, I then saw a dandelion;
rolling on the floor to a destination unknown.

Little by little,
it broke into million pieces.
I held the one that fluttered and struggled,
like the others it too longed to fly in the open.

Extraordinary things come forth from tiny beings.
The little dandelion, too, was aching to be a part of something big.
Sometimes it is as easy as being swept away, on other occasions,
you have to struggle against the grip that holds you back.


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