The crystal windchimes
Of dandelion tones
Are like mantras
Soft shimmering dreams
Mouth-blown
Upon the wind
As the sunlight dances
In prisms of color
Golden-lipped beauty itself
That love so deep
In the rushes of the heart
Never to be forgotten in time
Ethereal hues of radiance and ecstasy
To a symphony crafted in the white flowers of summer
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