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dandelion&water

in fields where dandelions sway, their golden manes ablaze,
omniphilic to water's touch, they dance in veils of haze.
each dewdrop clasped, a love affair, in morning's tender light,
they embrace each droplet's touch, an amorous delight.

these blooms, like hearts, open wide to the tears of the sky,
each raindrop a whispered fear, a tear from clouds on high.
yet in their embrace of aqueous love, they share a secret bond,
turning fear to tender drops, in nature's magic wand.

dandelions, akin to hearts, know love's fragile grace,
in water's touch, they don't recoil, but yearn for its embrace.
with stems like veins, they draw the rain, each droplet, a caress,
transforming fear into a love song, a dance of tenderness.

as raindrops fall, a symphony, a tale of love's purest art,
dandelions teach the hearts that fear can mend and part.
in every water's kiss, they bloom, a love beyond compare,
for in the union of fear and love, they find their story rare.