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Feb 2023
I feel like a dragonfly who’s lost its wing;
No! I feel like the dragonfly’s wing, lost;

Left to flutter down slowly in the wind,
To dwell, an iridescent gossamer thing,
Amidst a muddy range of things that ****

Dragonflies, and collect dragonfly wings.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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   Aishu and Khoisan
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