Into and away....!

I was a dandelion in the storm.
When the winds grew moodier,
And the clouds turned darker;
I held on tighter and tighter.

I was a dandelion in the storm.
When the hands grabbed me harsher,
And the kicks turned harder;
I held on stronger and stronger.

I was a dandelion in the storm.
When the moonlight shone brighter,
And the children held me tender;
I could finally let go....!!!

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