A spirit held within a book
She wished upon a dream
Scattering dandelion seeds
Like a pixie, she did scheme

Page by page, twas magic
She made them dance in rhyme
From fantasy to tragic
Every word was quite sublime

So, when the pages filled
And no more could be contained
Another flower did she pick
To spread the seeds, again

Writing Prompt: Dandelion Dreams – Day 6/31

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