DRAGONFLY
One quiet evening I sat outside
the sun went down and I started to cry
then I saw a dragonfly
Hovering there, wings so sheer and clear
moving so swiftly
It looked into my eyes with a reflection of being alive
There once was a dragonfly who opened my eyes that I was alive.
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