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You are like a birdsong,
A hairball coughed up by God.
You dream of being in green gardens
And in prairies with pink sands
Amidst scraggly wildflowers and tangled ivies.

Let your quills snuggle closer, stretch your limbs;
Bend as the wind breezes past you.
As your core cracks, as you loosen your feathers
From clutching so lightly, let them go
Without the strain of reaching, but never stop caring.

Someday, a cat will gently brush you,
A beautiful girl’s finger will nudge you.
Your white blossoms will tether and scatter
And pure dew will spill from each feather
Onto the earth beneath you

*Both the pictures are sourced from Google

I am attempting freestyle poetry after quite sometime. Hope you guys like it! :)


  1. Beautiful. I liked this poem.

  2. I like this poem, and it's always nice to see dandelions getting some love for a change.

    Thanks for all of your comments on your blog. :-) In answer to your question, no I have never cooked Indian food. I love it, and would love to learn how to make it. I'm just totally ignorant as to where to start.

    1. Thanks Danielle :)
      oh! I will share some easy to cook recipes with you.I am sure you will like it :)

    2. Thanks! I would love some recipes! You asked about how to send them, my email is, if you're okay with emailing them. :-)

    3. sure,I will email some of the recipes :) Thanks :)

    4. Hey Danielle...
      I am consolidating some simple recipes. Will send it across this weekend.
      Until then, these recipes should keep you busy :) -

      Try the chickpea recipe.. it is simple yet tastes amazing! :)

  3. Enjoyed yesterday's so much, I came back for more. Your Dandelion was greatly appreciated. I live at a little over 5,800 feet altitude. We had snow early yesterday morning, then sunshine all day today and the dandelions are already up again and promising us Spring.

    1. Hey Claudia.. thank you so much. :)
      Your place sounds lovely... snow, sunshine and dandelions.. sounds perfect to me :)


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