I let you go my little dragonfly. You float off but continuously come back to circle around me.
The tips of your wings are black with cynicism, but I still find you wonderfully beautiful.
You'll land upon me here and there just to let me feel your heartbeat.
Your light wings won't carry you too far, as you keep coming back to me.
I don't think you really want to leave, you're just curiously scared of my devotion.
Somehow your colors change when you leave and come back,
almost like a chameleon.......but I think it's the sunlight inside you.
As I morph with my wings of gold, I believe we'll be just fine floating on the wind.
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So I'm off to give comments and help as many as I can but know that I've enjoyed reading your article as much as the others have. Thanks, friend! :o)
i think i am overwatering the lawn.