Forgotten- a cotton candy posy
White cloud upon a stem
It started as a yellow bloom
A dandelion gem
A solid source
That grew off course
A bloom destined for doom
A gentle breeze blew overseas
And set the seedlings free
Scattered pieces
A puzzling puzzle-
It’s dandelion dust
A million matchless members
Fallen from a stem that no one remembers
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