| So broad your wings with which you fly. Where did you get them, dragonfly? If they were mine, what sights I'd see, With wings so light, I'd fly with thee. O'r the fields of new sown daisies, I'd float along like a summer's breeze. And when it be, I close my wings, Let it be among nature's dressings. Take me with you, dragonfly, Upon your wings and bid goodbye To this life for just a while, Let me fly with you just one mile. Author: Gloria Sarasin |
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