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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