(after D. J. Opperman)
I am in the air in a tingle dance
that does shoot over the surface of the water and do wait on a chance
to see myself in it
in reality are almost crude
with my soul, my spirit out of balance
as just a observation of my body
where I also want to be perfect.
[Reference: "Naaldekoker" (dragonfly)by D. J. Opperman.]
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