My dandelionA Poem by Anushka joshiJust like a person who looses his spark and searches for that spark, a dandelion waiting for a fresh Breeze to blow it's little feathers.
Free the dandelion
The dandelion feels trapped Someone come and blow into my dandelion, Hard yet gentle. Let my fairy feathers float They won't fly anymore, Just wish to float. Freely with the breeze Free enough to decide When to land and When to fly there again. © 2023 Anushka joshiFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAnushka joshiIndiaAboutAnushka_joshi My attitude is like a 📖📖white colour , whose presence is not shown but absence makes a big change... more..Writing
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