Dragonflies don't bite like I thought. 🌜
Our direction lost. Often we are blown off course.
While you were sleeping, I was reading all the poetry my wrists have ever bled.
A poem from a very talented friend inspired met to make this little thing
wintering dragonfly dreams. giving thanks for a future spring.
By bluewingedpoet2
A poem about all that my mom does for me. No one has done more for me than her.
If you squeeze a bit time to take a deep breath or take a walk from the endless daily stress, you will find that you are in the very beautiful planet.
Such ethereal creatures.
I was feeling a little a sad so I wrote this to cheer me up : )
We get a surge of dragonflies down here on the river every summer. Most people think it's tragic they only live one day, but I always thought... what a way to go!
Our direction lost. Often we are blown off course.
While you were sleeping, I was reading all the poetry my wrists have ever bled.
A poem from a very talented friend inspired met to make this little thing
wintering dragonfly dreams. giving thanks for a future spring.
By bluewingedpoet2
A poem about all that my mom does for me. No one has done more for me than her.
If you squeeze a bit time to take a deep breath or take a walk from the endless daily stress, you will find that you are in the very beautiful planet.
Such ethereal creatures.
I was feeling a little a sad so I wrote this to cheer me up : )
We get a surge of dragonflies down here on the river every summer. Most people think it's tragic they only live one day, but I always thought... what a way to go!