Blue Damselfly Fresh
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I drink dew from the leaf of low lying bush
I fly, intermittently resting.
I only fly slowly...
I’m not in a rush,
My fresh opened wings I am testing.
The blue in your eyes is
Beckoning me,
Like a shimmering, wanton Light.
I glide through the air
Smoothly intently
Closer... Intent on the sight.
When you notice... I dash off in fright.
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