A/N: A sonnet called Dandelion Girl.
If you were a flower you’d be the dandelion.
It’s not that you’re not beautiful.
It’s not that you’re not wanted.
Nor that I don’t think you unusual.
But you are no feeble rose.
Who needs me to thrive.
If I did not want you, you’d still live.
And if I were to leave, you’d still strive.
You are the dandelion of flowers,
And that’s why I love you.
Your strength, your will to live,
Through concrete you grew.
And I’m wondering, my dandelion girl, if you might love me too.
And we will be two dandelions entwined, the same and yet new.
Maria Sjöstrand 
Through concrete you grew.
This ability is admirable.
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I agree 🙂 The strength to survive is certainly something to be admired
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I love this metaphor. It is often in the common that we find wisdom while looking for gold at the end of rainbows. hugs, pat
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This is very touching and melancholy. I felt it.
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Thank you 😊
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This is amazing to me. I wish I could see so much positive in something like a dandelion that most people consider nothing more than an annoyance.
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I’m quite fond of dandelions myself – in Denmark we actually have the expression “dandelion children” which are children with messed up childhood that somehow still turn out alright 🙂
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That’s really cool! I know where I live any kind of weed no matter how pretty is just killed off. Its tragic to me. The world is much prettier with weeds.
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