To roam the skies.
With no restrain.
Following its own course.
Flying in its own lane.
Wings to flutter.
Free in the air.
Filled with sweet nothings.
Flight with no care.
And so I describe.
The dragonfly’s dream.
To roam with no one.
And leave only her gleam.
very pretty poem, to be able to fly would be an amazing thing....all your cares gone.....great job, check out mine if ya get a chance
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Great Poem I love the freedom of your writing A grand job! ! all the very best J.L
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I would like to translate this poem
Desire for moving in the middle of nature. Delicate, gently melancholy, original lines.