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Sometimes I feel like a
Dandelion
At the mercy of the wind

I can only
Fight
Against that wind
Or, perhaps,
Create my own

A wind to follow,
To live by,
And manufacture

But I cannot allow
Emptiness
That’s where the wind is victorious
Where it
Overpowers the self

So I must create a vision,
And honor it,
Against Everything

Dandelions disperse with the wind
But they never fail to
Grow back

Because fragility,
Is innate in all

But it is not all we are.





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