It is on dandelion heads
Blown into gossamer
It is on old coins
Tossed into the well’s shelter
It is a fervent prayer
Made on a distant star
Of far flung hopes and dreams
From our limitless reservoir
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It is on dandelion heads
Blown into gossamer
It is on old coins
Tossed into the well’s shelter
It is a fervent prayer
Made on a distant star
Of far flung hopes and dreams
From our limitless reservoir
This poem contains so much great imagery!
“It is on dandelion heads
Blown into gossamer” — This part especially.