It hovers, absorbing all that it sees
Illuminous wings shine not so bright
It circles, looking for it's next landing sight
Illustrious creature lands among the small trees
No matter how long I wait,
Fly
Circle
Pause... move on
One time I wish it to land in my hand
I wish to hold it if only for a moment
Then it would realize, there is nothing to fear
If only my dragonfly would come near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem