The dandelion Dendy grew in glade.
His stem was straight and round.
His head was like a fluffy lion mane,
Where he keeps seeds to sprout.
I see his swinging in the flow of wind,
Like making graceful bows,
While every flowers, blossoming in field
Admiring fluffy crown.
The dandelion
© Copyright: Николай Миролюбов, 2025
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