Delicate
A dandelion lay tucked in the corner of my garden
but it was at last found by me.
It was pretty and puffed in fluffy white stuff
and my eyes took in the singular beauty,
Wanting to marvel closer, I kneeled and peeled
that delicate white stuff all puffed and pretty
straight out —
and to my dismay
fluff set afloat and upon its way.
And now that singular beauty is tossed,
Some beauties when held are quickly lost.
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