Dandelion: Poet Novels & Stories

She paused while pouting at the grassy ground. “Then intelligence, especially in an emotional and spiritual sense. Dandelions also represent the warmth and power of the rising sun and lastly, it is the epitome of surviving through all challenges and difficulties.” Her ashy eyes darted to my bluish ones; instead of her delighted tints, there is another vibe instilled in those orbs. Solemnness. “He wishes you all the best, Rhys-su,” She paused, “With all his heart.” --- I closed the door behind me after I entered my room. I took a step backward, compelling myself to feel the hard wooden surface of the door on my back. My eyes infused in front of me as to how the room was illuminated by the ray

"His hair is white." The fairy snorted and I turned to her. "What's funny?" "You can't find anyone with that description here. Ever." She said. "What does the fairy mean?" I asked Clover. "My name is Dandelion." The fairy corrected and I hummed. Is it a thing for fairies to have flowery names or what? "And what I meant is that description is the exact description of a ice witch. And ice witches have been off this country for a long time." "Why? Were they killed?"

If I saw him, I’m sure I would have remembered. I walk over to the two paintings bordering on either side of the fireplace. These two I made while I was working in Paris. Twin paintings of yellow dandelions in full bloom on the one on the right, and on the left is one of a dandelion seed head with the seeds being blown in the wind. Seeing the paintings again makes me smile. Dandelions have always had a special place in my heart. Often seen as a weed, people normally don’t pay attention to these beautiful flowers, but they symbolize hope and a free spirit.

"Maybe I can consider it before heading with my men to Maddox to give him the war he is so afraid of." His eyes danced around for a time. "Not to put a dent to her name, but have you not considered it strange that a lion appeared right after we found a Dandelion addressed as a gift to Lessia? Even the words rhyme. I suspect they're linked and they're some sort of twisted joke only the perpetrator would find funny." I knew what he was driving at. The Dandelion and the lion appearing at nearly the same time, did not seem to be separated events. But it all seemed to still point back at Maddox.

I say haughtily. “Like how visums are cursed with immortality?” she says slowly. “Yes,” I sing out. “And how, as part of their curse, they can’t die, and the only thing that can kill them is exposure to bitterwort?” she asks, folding her arms and giving me a pointed look. I chew the inside of my cheek, “I might have forgotten that part. What was bitterwort again?” I ask in confusion. “Dandelion.” “Ah, that’s right! So I had a temporary brain fart, was I supposed to just let him continue to drown whether it would kill him or not?” I argue back.

(don't) I wanted to apologise for the short chapters lately, just been so so busy But I promise you all that would soon change ,I'll probably post like 2-3times a day So just bear with me for a while okay? And if you liked those poetries I posted and searched for days and night (I just googled it but what the heck) Here are is one I found you'll really love Fragment of a Ballad by Elizabeth Siddal Many a mile over land and sea Unsummoned my love returned to me; I remember not the words he said

Lila grinned, triumphant, and skipped away again with the grace only a six-year-old could manage. Elena looked down at the dandelion in her hand. Simple. Wild. Resilient. A flower most people overlooked. Called a weed. Tried to root out. But it stood anyway. Just like her. Just like her little hummingbird. She watched Lila’s small figure darting between the trees, always in motion, always chasing the next bit of light. Fragile in body. Fierce in spirit. Delicate, but unstoppable. Her reason. Her fire. Her anchor.

The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. - William Wordsworth

Dandelion into the wind you go Won’t you let my darling know that I’m in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you’d be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you’ll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time I’m in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you’d be mine, mine <3