Dandelion: Poet Novels & Stories

It was a heartfelt ode to white tulips, their delicate petals symbolizing purity and new beginnings. I couldn't help but be captivated by the imagery woven into the verses, each line resonating with a sense of hope and renewal. It was as if the poem had been written just for me, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always the promise of a fresh start. Lost in the beauty of the words, I barely noticed as the reader returned to my station, a curious expression on her face. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her concern evident in her voice.

But that mindset changes instantly when they sleep together. It's just nice to sleep with someone, you can hug her like a pillow. As if his body is recuperating on its own. "You are my downfall." She whispered in his ears. "My sweetest and greatest downfall." NOTE: (1) Dandelion Myth - if you make a wish immediately before blowing on a dandelion seedhead your wish will come true, others say that only if all the seeds fly away when you blow will your wish come true.

There is a metal plate engraved with a poem. I'm a pirate in the grass— Hear ye people as ye pass. I'm a pirate bad and bold, Taking dandelion gold— All my hands and ships can hold. I'm a pirate—how the sun, Glitters on the gold I've won. I shall buy you house and land, And a castle silver-grand; With the gold within my hand. I smile, hearing her pick on me with this poem. “Do you remember the poem?” Dawn asks. “Annette Wynne,” I nod. “I am a Pirate.”

as if I understood it. I looked at one of the dandelions and plucked it. Downheartedly, I blew on it after I wished to "Please be alive, Dandeline." I watched the flying and glowing petals of a dandelion going away with the wind. "No, that was not enough." I plucked another two dandelions and blew the petals. "For the kids, give her back to me." I always feel inadequate as I watch the flying petals. I plucked five more dandelions. "Help her find her way back to me."

I like it because when the wind blows, the petals of these perennial weeds are blown away. "Do you know what makes a dandelion special?" He asked. "Because, it is very similar to you...." I smiled without looking at him. " Even whispering we understand each other. I heard his footsteps towards me. What does he think I don't search about the meanings of the things I like. I have already searched for that on g****e! "The yellow one's of those dandelions, illustrates the sun...." He continued walking. "Those dispersing seeds of it, represent the stars...."

It's been written to death. "No, June is immortal," cried Emily suddenly, a mutinous sparkle replacing the strained look in her eyes. She was not going to let Mr Carpenter have it all his own way. But Mr Carpenter had tossed June aside without reading a line of it. "'I weary of the hungry world'--what do you know of the hungry world?--you in your New Moon seclusion of old trees and old maids--but it is hungry. Ode to Winter--the seasons are a sort of disease all young poets must have, it seems--ha! 'Spring will not forget'--that's a good line--the only good line in it. H'm'm--Wanderings--

" Tears feel like shards of glass as it retells the past. Tear by tear, blood broke free from the face of the man. Oh, how bizarre! I wasn't aware of the shards as they cut through me like the thorns of the rose. The man was probably hurt... The past then retells its self again. Back through those years, a man runs cowardly. Well, that's what he thought... "The man scuttled, the grass sound is subtle. Began the Red Catchfly flowered in the distance." "Bloomed the warmth, an enchanter revealed! saying its blessing, Dressed you a Cornflower!" "Come to the borders of Dill, there you will meet your boon companion. Must not tell his name for I'm restricted." "Sparkled the area outshines the darkl

“Hmmm… I don’t really… remember as it… was just song… by the bards… but it goes… like this… “Easy comes, easy go’s. A flower bed, a garden rose. Tress are dancing, wind is gushing. Birds are singing, snakes are grinning.” That is a weird poem, parang wala namang meaning. Napa-isip tuloy ako kung sino ang author at ano ang nasa-isip nya nang maisulat niya yun. “Alam mo ba kung sino ang sumulat non Droon?” “No.” Let’s forget that for the mean time, dapat ko munang unahin kung ano ang ibig sabihin nito o kung ano ang connection nito upang mabuksan ang black box.

Only three. The landscape stretched out before her like a canvas painted in hues of gold and amber, illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. This is the most beautiful place that Sherly has seen in her life. She smiled. At least her assistants knew what kind of scenery she was trying to find right now. The dandelion seeds danced on the gentle breeze, their delicate forms weaving intricate patterns in the air. Some of the seeds are floating in the air, but most are intact in their stems. It was a really beautiful sight to behold.

Hindi naman mahirap pakisamahan ang mga tao dito pero ayoko naman na mailang sila sa akin. I tried to figure out where is the way to go there. I followed a trail and it leads me to the place that I'm trying to find. There's a big tree, and a wide open space. All I can see from there is the port, the sea, and the sky. It calms me. Umupo ako sa damuhan. I waited for the sun to rise. I picked a dandelion beside me. "I wish to see my family again," I whispered before closing my eyes my blowed the dandelion.