Dandelions

Alley_Nova



When the sun is coming,
I waking up too early.
Ready to the journey.
With my closest friends.

From the lands of peace and quiet,
To the fields of beautiful and alive.
No matter i will go for my future,
With invisible army of million spirits.

When the moon is coming,
I sleeping down too late.
Giving up to the rest.
Only me as alone.

From the resting of red sun's dusk,
To the deep-blue war night.
With reason wind is blowing up to me.
And million spirits is fly away from me.

Sun and Moon.
Day and Night.
War and Peace.
Wake and Sleep.

Just like Ying Yang.
Just like dandelions:
Yellow flower as Braviest,
White flower as Smartest.

But it's you as same.
And it's me as same.
We are dandelions.
Yellow and White.

  • Author: Alley Nova (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 29th, 2021 11:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: About changing your personality at the changing of the time. But personality is inside you. Edit:Sorry for short real-time writing recording, i'm totally new in here, so i accidently clicked this. :_)
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 16
  • User favorite of this poem: Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose).
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