Who hasn't blown wishes on dandelion wings,
Exhaled longings and hope for the best of all things?
With impish delight one considered the toll,
Launching magical breaths tickled from the soul.
Reeling on the whims of laughter and play,
Wishes promising adventure without delay.
Nestled within the tuft of each dandelion wisp,
A tailor-made dream and a tender little kiss.
Sweet secrets aloft on these spiney feathers,
Adrift on the breeze of anticipated pleasures.
Abloom in the hearts of all wishers there be,
A childlike wonder and curiosity!
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