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Dandelions

We saw nothing but beauty

By Marina MontenegroPublished 2 years ago 1 min read

I remember the dandelions

plucked by chubby fingers

into cherished bouquets.

Too short for vases,

they soaked in the water glass

proudly displayed by bedsides.

For a moment, they truly were

little suns - we revolved around them

They were loved, treasured as any gold.

We saw nothing but beauty

until the day we were taught

dandelions were weeds.

nature poetry

About the Creator

Marina Montenegro

Marina is a nonbinary writer and poet. Their work has been previously published by Pif Magazine, CEO Lit, Aegis Publish house, and more. You can follow Marina on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/MarinaMontenegro.Author/).

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