A field of dandelions part 2

I like to imagine myself in a 
field full of dandelions 
Sweet perfume filling the air I breathe 
soft gentle petals
of comfort tickle my face
the sun shining 
even the sun loves the weeds
and we all now the sun is not always as friendly as it seems
but It likes dandelions 
or it is trying to out shine them
either way it will never outshine these golden haired lions
because it all comes back to the field of dandelions 
A laugh is around me
embracing me
 A smile pouring atop my face like a spilled can of paint
and I drift to sleep with the protection 
of a million fierce yellow lions 

 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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