Dandelion: Poet Novels & Stories

He said and I looked around clearly, finding nothing more. “Well, I couldn’t see it…” I wrapped my arm around me with a stern look as I added, “And you do know that Dandelions close at night…” “Oh… I am not very familiar with the flowers…” He looked apologetic. “So then why doing this??” I questioned, keeping my hands on my hip in a bit of frustration. “You gave me a surprise, and I wanted to give you one in return… Oh, come on, Amy, I have been working on this for two days…”

I asked out of curiosity, I really want to know the next line. “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, it doesn't seem to have any meaning. I kept wondering who the author was and what was in his mind when he wrote that. "Do you know who wrote non Droon?"

"Would you like to take a walk in the garden? The greenhouse is nice, but the outdoor paths are open to us today." "I’d love to," I said, closing my book. We walked out into the sun-drenched gardens. The air was crisp, but the sun was warm on my shoulders. As we walked, Darian began to talk about Southern poetry. "In the South, we believe that words have their own scent," he explained as we passed a row of blooming lilies. "We have poets who spend their entire lives trying to capture the feeling of the first rain after a drought. They use a structure called 'The Golden Verse'. It’s patterned, like a heartbeat."

It was as if he possessed a secret connection with nature, understanding its rhythm and being in harmony with its essence. Opening his eyes, Miles spotted a lone dandelion standing tall amidst a sea of feathery white heads. A smile formed on his lips as he plucked the delicate flower from the ground. Holding it gently between his fingers, he admired its seemingly fragile beauty. With a soft breath, he sent the dandelion's tiny seeds floating into the air.

Emilia grinned, "I find them my favourite plants. Don't you agree?" "Yes," Alice breathed, taking the pot from Emilia's grip. She inspected it carefully smiling. "They're my favourite plants too..." "I remember my science teacher calling it a 'Taraxacum erythrospermum' once. She had a right go at me because I would continue to call it a 'Dandelion,'" Emilia laughed, "Calling it a 'Taraxacum Erthrospermum' takes about a day to say." Alice wasn't listening to Emilia. She had gently placed the dandelion on the table and had started watering it, just like how Emilia did. She did it as carefully as she good, gazing at awe at the pretty plant.

’ Darryl muttered to himself but could not be bothered with Kilenc. He slowly paced around and recited his poem. “Everyone who crosses over love, “Turns into a Spider Lily. “Romance sweeps its old place, “Where can I find love!” It was Pang Tong’s five-word regulated verse. Pang Tong was aware of Darryl and Yvette’s relationship as one of Darryl’s men, so he used his interpretation and wrote them out.