By dandelion's field we close our eyes to dream,
while the seeds dance like the innocent's breath
in the swirl of gentle breeze.
When we awake from their kiss on our cheek,
let us not forget the childlike dream we dream..
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May the world see GOD through my art . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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