Dragonfly Between Seasons

Dragonfly Between Seasons

A dragonfly crossed the evening air,

thin wings carrying quiet change,

and somewhere near the shoreline wind

the whole horizon rearranged.

Its movement felt like old thoughts leaving,

like names released into the sea,

like knowing not all endings break us,

some simply set us free.

It passed beneath the tower shadow,

through laughter, lights and cooling sand,

never stopping long enough

for anyone to understand.

The sky turned bronze above the coast,

glass reflections touched the tide,

and every person standing there

held a hidden world inside.

No grand speech and no farewell,

only air and wings and light,

a brief reminder life keeps moving

through the soft return of night.

And when the last small shimmer vanished,

nothing felt the same again,

because some moments stay unnoticed

until remembered in the end.

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