The Love of Dandelions

The Love of Dandelion

Column: Poetry Added Time: January 13, 2011 2:47:02 PM Source: admin Clicks: 40

Wind, my blooming, the twelfth part of "Superman Pickle" —— Pickle and the Witch. Deep in the Northern Mountain, there indeed lives an old witch. This witch never brushed her teeth for years and her breath was terrible. Her servants couldn't stand her bad breath. They either got sick from the smell or ran away after working for a few days. Since no one could serve her, the old witch had to live alone. She lived deep in a cave in the mountain. Unless she came out herself, it was hard for ordinary people to find her. But there was a sign near where she lived, just for your arrival.

Go with you, the country of the disabled, is my greatest expectation.

Whether you take me to the end of the world or the edge of the sea, the rich and sufficient person,

I have no regrets.

Version Two:

The dandelion said to the wind: Wind, my blooming is for your arrival. Going with you is my greatest expectation.

The wind was ready to take the dandelion away.

The root said: This journey will be long and arduous.

The leaf asked: Will this journey be sorrowful?

The grass advised: This journey will last through the years.

The land complained: This journey will break hearts.

The dandelion answered: No matter if the wind takes me to the end of the world or the edge of the sea,

whether I am placed in the mud or on the water,

I will bloom without any regret.