Dandelion wishes

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O where are those days where I used to blow every dandelions seed with the wind to a new destination?
Where are those days where I closed my eyes to make a wish every time my cheeks filled theirselves with air?
Where are those days where I walked through the grass instead of on asphalt?

These days have passed. My jeans are cleaner and the bruises on my knees have gone. But it’s not wrong to relive the memories and blow another dandelion, to wish everybody remembers their childhood positively.

(jumping around like a kid again may or may not be included in this wish)

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