Her 0.2


She is the dandelion wildflower,
Today, with the wind,
she flew across the farms,
the courtyards of your town,
Across the river, through the forest & the mountains,
Over the valley,
And vanished into her favourite crimson red light, at dusk.
You stood there watching her,
Today, you set her free.

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