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Dragonflies

I dreamed of dragons and their lovely wings

They hover for a moment then gone in an instant

just to appear suddenly, once more

Dragons with their big bulgy eyes

breathing water instead of fire

Brown or greenish when they are young

Then colorful as adults

 

I use to chase them and they land on my fingers

Now they’re gone or are in hiding

Poor creatures

Driven to extinction

Slowly they become no more

Small and mighty were they

 

Tonight I’ll dream of dragons and imagine

them dancing with the fireflies

As the crickets play the maracas under a moonless sky

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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