▪︎A Dandelion in Distress▪︎ The junctures of autumn Urged me to blossom In the ambience of sheer wilderness; The young me strives hard to thrive amid the thickets that were feral. I'm a yellow dandelion flower Upon which the rain showers. I fully grew to allure the folks With the oodles seeds, I treasure. The happy-go-lucky me was envied by the wind, the gale grudged as well. It blew my seeds, my beauty It utterly devastated me. But still I breath, I wait for an autumn; to unfurl my magic A seraphic soul I do bear But I evolve in an aura, so hellish. – ©Stellā For a better read, ▪︎A Dandelion in Distress▪︎ The junctures of autumn Urged me to blossom In the ambience of sheer wilderness; The young me strives
