Dandelion Seeds

Blowing the dandelions, wish after wish,

wondering if they will ever come true.

Symbolising new life, but I still feel empty,

I feel that something inside me is missing.

I wonder what happens to the seeds when blown,

I follow them through the wind, when they hit the ground—still

Watching them grow, day after day,

waiting for when they will beautifully bloom.

Hoping that they turn into something magnificent,

my heart still feels sad and empty, like a piece of it is missing.

Slowly, they bloom into a wonder of nature, 

they remind me of what they used to be before,

and I will never forget it…