Like Dandelion


She is one entity, free from any tag, any name which is not her own 

She has nothing to her name, no one has her back. 

She just is, one. 

Like a dandelion drifting in the wind 

Rootless, yet with a sense of destined path 

She has to follow too,  but she is alone. 

Damn the spirit which never breaks 

Those silent tears in moments of utter despair 

That smile which never fades 

No matter the ordeal. 

She just is, one. 

Wild in her own way, drifting in the course of the wind 

Making her own way, 

To you. 

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