Tuesday, January 6, 2009


By Dr Abe V Rotor

The child in me lives, it lives forever.

It lives in a dragonfly

Many years ago I captured for fun.

Ah, you bought me back to my yesteryears

When I would run to catch you in the field.

The sound of your wings was music to me.

Then, when my childish whim was satisfied,

I longingly set you free.

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