I've lost it.
Like a dandelion fluff that slips through clenched fingertips
When they are opened to reveal their newly captured wish...it is not there
It was never there
The child's hand moved too quickly, it was impatient
Reaching out, grabbing blindly because the sun is too bright
The piece of fluff dances through the air, playfully floating away
My inspiration has left me
Maybe it was never there
I cannot write nor make a dandelion wish
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