The Dandelions Field

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Cause I’m in a field of dandelions
Wishing on every one that you’ll be mine, mine
And I see forever in your eyes
I feel okay when I see you smile, smile
Wishing on dandelions all of the time
Praying to God that one day you’ll be mine*

This afternoon is very stunning owing to the golden sunset is shining all around me. The wide field of dandelions looks so chic adorning my sight. A man over there picking the dandelion is my grandfather. He knows how amazed I am in dandelion.


“Dinda! How many dandelions do you need?” he shouts from a distance and raises the fistful of dandelions in his hand up.

“I think that is enough, grandpa. You can come back now” I utter loudly. With that, he approaches me and carries a bunch of dandelions. I am ecstatically blithe, then I blow that dandelion. When It flies, my heart feels blooming.

“Do you know, Dinda? I remember to your grandma when I look you like this” he enunciates softly, but his words make it difficult for me to understand.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Your grandma really loved to dandelion as well. When she was alive still, she always came here only to enjoy this dandelions field” he says as brings back his picturesque past moment with his wife, my grandma.

“How big love do you have to her?” I inquire him.

“Very big. The universe will probably lose if there is a tool to weigh how big I love her.” His wrinkled skin seems carving his gaiety when he smiles. He is truly proud when he can tell about my grandma’s story. He successes keeping his reminiscence to stay alive with his body and soul.

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