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The Life of Dandelion Dust This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Dandelion seed floating in the breeze
My propellers made of softened lace
Suspended helplessly over fields
Carelessly drifting past houses and streams
In others' eyes I move with ease
But I grow weary with no ground beneath my feet
Longing for the day when I will lay on the grass
And plant my roots into the earth
I just hope that day of solid place comes fast.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.





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