dragon fly; tattered wings
came gently to my palm
i pick a blade of grass
i dip it in cool water bottle
i put the tip on her mouth
she sucks it like a baby
she's too weak to fly nor cling
i took her home that evening
i put her on my garden flower
she stayed there for long time
after few days she was gone
i saw her wings on the ground
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