Novel & Cerita Dandelion Poetry

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.

"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.

The soothing voice and lyrics brings me peace even though my mind is in a state of complete chaos. “'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions~” “Wishing on every one that you'll 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 think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

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

“So, about that dandelion, how did you know it grows in this meadow? It’s the first time I saw it in person. And I come here every day and I don’t see any dandelions.” “I know because I am this meadows guardian.” “Guardian?” Lisa bursts into laughter. “That’s a good one.” John gives her a serious look. “You aren’t serious? Are you?” “The winds that travel the world guide the dandelions to new places,” John begins strumming the lyre creating a gentle breeze that sweeps Lisa’s hair. “I am this meadow’s guardian.” “Then, are you a spirit? A nymph? Like what it says in the books?”

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

He just smiled at me, and he turned his back when a strong wind passed and I saw a lot of dandelion flying into the air. I was a dandelion puff. Is my brother pertaining to me? I am a dandelion now? I am your only Charm right bro? Why did I suddenly become a dandelion? I can’t longer see my brother. Something seems to get inside my eyes. And I remember my brother’s face laughing at me. who wouldn’t fall to my brother. Even I, his sister is admiring him. But we’ve been siblings. But my brother is such loving, even if he’s letting me feel it in a weird way. Why did I become a dandelion to my brother’s eyes?

" 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

Everyone seemed to disagree. "Are you planning on divorcing him?" One of the women in the restaurant asked. "No." I quickly replied. We weren't even together. "I have a song that will remind you both of your love." Jenna volunteered. "Do you know how to play this song?" She paused to recall the lyrics. "Dandelions, dandelions were all around us. Oh, they shone, oh, they bloomed, bright just like us. Now, I see their petals drying, spring is here. I can see them withering..."