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[poet_at_heart]

I think I am a dandelion...
At least I want to be like one.
Since,
no matter how many times you cut it,
rip it up,
throws rocks on it,
poison it,
chops it with an ax,
it still grows up to show you a little yellow sun.
But, ah, please don't take the sun away,
I need her comfort and warmth.
Oh, and please let the rain stay too,
when someone cries and needs me,
I grow stronger.
And, and!
Don't take my soil away,
without it I don't know who I am not where I stand.
Yes, I think I am a small dandelion...