One fluffy dream is all I had,
Its fragility made me fussy.
The wind blew it and it scattered,
I lost it.
Each piece swallowed by the earth,
my tears watered the very grounds.
Many more emerged,
and I was in the middle.
surrounded by a million
dreams.
My feet and hair were dirty,
I had been weeping for ages.
The more I thought I had lost
the more dandelions I had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem