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I ran and ran and ran and ran away,
the summer was a canvas in my eyes.
He stood behind so tall and watched me play,
beneath the golden net of dragonflies.
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They flew so low at dusk as rain would fall,
with sleepy eyes of bronze and wings of glass;
He waved his hands against the ivied wall,
my feet were buried in the moistened grass.
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He played a willow leaf, a funny tune,
and I would sing along the stranger song.
A mix of wine and fruits – the scent of June,
to linger in my hair, a dream so long.
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I thought the dragonflies would never die,
but little did I know that dreams could lie.
About the Creator
Shuuka Lee
Nostalgic millennial, exists today but lives in the past. I get by as a tech marketer, but my brain feeds on poetry, theater & visual art. English isn't my 1st language, plus I'm crazy, so excuse me for the exotic expressions in my writing.
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