The Dragonfly

Poem

The Dragonfly
flew away

it all started
one winter evening
when the blackness
of the sky
landed in the ink
I felt change
was around me
and called
on ancient rituals
tha dragonfly

flew away
than it came back
loosing it colour
to the wind
it grabbed my arm
and stayed still
for an hour or so
looking at me
and wondering
where have I been

the dragonfly
flew away
than came back
to stay

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photograph by Maxim Stepanenko