Always
alert, some says they're witty
Consummated
with flickering wings
No
one knows what they say or sings
Swift
beyond calculation or capture
You
will find them in mountains, rivers & pasture
Light
touches them only to shift into iridescence
Even
the strong wind can't be a resistance
Beat
their wings to the sounds of the butterflies
Never
praised or noticed, they're the dragonflies
Transparent
wings, yet another mirror through the sky
Not
even wait for the blink & again they fly
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