It was a sunny day and she sat
On the same old warm bench at the park-
A dragonfly stopped in from of her
But it really didn’t stop as its wings keep on moving-
And in that moment the world stopped
And she felt special for being there waiting.
Too little to rescue (?)
Here's to another night. The flush of pain seems to silently stares at me through the door already closed. Somehow, it can always escape...
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