| she found it as we blew dandelion seeds to the wind |
| get rid of it |
| she talked about it like an old friend |
| we were friends first |
| she nurtured it |
| why did you treat it as special |
| she planted flowers |
| it grew and took over |
| it killed something beautiful |
| it drained her vitality |
| she said even weeds deserve life |
| you did too |
| “It gave me the password to heaven.” |
| it left me in hell. |
| she smiled as she died |
| I died too I didn’t smile |
| she wanted flowers on her grave |
| I planted dandelions and blew the seeds to the winds |
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52|250 A Year of Flash 
Very descriptive of two persepectives–those who leave and those who are left behind.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Very evocative and well done. The dandelions blowing free at the end was a lovely touch.
I believe that if dandelions weren’t considered weeds, people would tend them carefully in hothouses. They are magic plants. Thank you for your comment.
lovely especially that last line. peace…
nice back and forth amidst the accumulating imagery
I liked how the piece leads up to that wonderful image at the end. I appreciated the innovative layout as well, conveying the theme of the text.
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Some good images here Derin. Liked it.