Having wings that are transparent but quite tiny
Yet, it could soar freely
Greeting the chirping birds in the blue sky
Meeting the praying mantis and the butterflies on the green territory
Having a body like a plane
But with a more petite size
Unique and delicate
Yet, strong against the surrounding’s challenge
It’s a hot day
In a desert that’s steamy
It did not behave cowardly
But soaring forward courageously
Flying for its dream like a human’s play
With an infinite nobleness In a infinite sky
Touching softly on the water
Drawing patterns of a flower
Drawing hope and effort that grows greater
Swinging gracefully with a fine rudder
Performing a dance for the fishes in the water
Producing a friendly and familiar encounter
Fly gloriously With your curving body
This is your stage!
You’re always my lovely dragonfly
Written by,
Colour.
Translated by,
Happy.
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