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Flight

By paul mark japson

The dragonflies remained

In flight towards the rising sun

As I sit on the meadow

Watching them with their dance

The wind blew

Harder than the usual

But they remained still

More still than the lake in front

And the music of their symphony

Filled my heart with fear

Their repertoire was clear –

Destructive and mind-breaking

I turned my head

As they flew behind

Soon, darkness filled the light

And mushrooms grew around

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