In a barren soil, you grew quietly
Dancing with the breeze, challenge with the night
You're not roses, nor jasmines
But your vitality never ends
Once light blew, you flew
Taking hopes, as far as memories
Every petals are silent pray but bright
You never choose where you should bloom
Between stones or cracked dust
But you still bloom, still alive
With unmention bright
Dandelion, a grace little flower
Teaching tough without talk
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