Thursday, October 14, 2010

The fine art of dandelion burning

I watched you morph
from your golden throne
Transcending to seed
by morning's light
Perfecting purity
to snowy white
Unable to pluck you
from your earthy perch
with roots of a silver birch
So illuminated by my flame
intent to populate in vain
Charred stump in my heart
You'll for ever remain

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