Dandelion

Sun-stroked petals
surround her mane
of seeds embedded
underneath yellow
tips of her flowing
hair against wind
traveling east
to grow dandelions
in her weed infested
garden.

A garden filled
with the roar
of wild lilies
and white puffs
of wishes hidden
in her yellow hair
like dandruff flakes
peeling dead skin
and reaping only
pocket-sized seeds
to grow through
soil covered rock
and fallen orange leaves.

The sun soaks
her rooted hair
strands dying
golden highlights
and beaming
rays of heat
melting
her sun-kissed skin
with infused
red-hot burns
on her cheeks.

Blush comes through
with the rise of sun
bleeding the sky
orange and a burst
of blue eyes
closing as she
takes out a breath
of white dandelion
in summer air.

She is the dandelion
free as a weed.

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