To live one day a dragonfly, and dance

on fairy's wings; a delightful spectacle

she is, a jewel swept by the sky. 


To be so pretty a thing, so carefree

a creature; a fragment of rainbows

on shafts of gleaming sundrops.


Where goes the dragonfly? She is

gone from the sky; a star fallen

from her heavenly realms.


To live one day a dragonfly; to be so pretty a thing.

To have such a glorious day, and

fly on fairy's wings.





The End

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