Poem: Dandelions

Isn’t it sad that dandelions
Grow up only to be scattered away,
As if each day were an inevitable step
On the way to disappearing?

Everything changes and fades,
Nothing matters,
Not even your pain.

So here’s to drinking away the days
In order to forget that our fate
Is the same as dandelions

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