On a dandelion most seeds blow away
One is left for the winds of another day
All the others grow beautiful and free
While the one left behind has a connection yet to see
Everyone loves the seeds that flow and gives them attention, love and care
The one who needs it most never blew and no one knows it's there
The seeds carried in the wind are happy and oblivious to bother
The attached seed hates the world and it wants to smother
Nobody cared about the seed and now it cannot grow
While all the other loved seeds will never even know

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