Frost and fragile, walloped by wind, gliding through glades, the dandelions fly and float, with the music of misty meadows. Like my life were dandelions!   Straying through the sleepless sand, it shatters and shines. And lips leaned, to a soft smile, dreaming of the death that drags it.  Like my life were dandelions!   The petrichor pierced through, its whirling wounds, healing its heart. And it danced in the dust through the flamboyant fire. Like my life were dandelions!   Exploring the enigma, and the monsters of murk it stumbled on spanking stones. But it never knelt down, before deciduous dreams. Like my life were dandelions!   It rose up to risk the rain, and to hug the hurricanes. Vanishing the wails, carrying the colors of canyon, and the glaucous grace of grapes. Like my life were dandelions!   Changing the chevy, of the furious fate, and the ways of the wind, its trails touched, the halo of horizon. Like my life were dandelions!