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The Damselfly

A damselfly descends onto my book

Her wings open and shiver

She rises, to then hover majestically

Colours of iridescent green and aquamarine

Shimmer brightly in the sunshine

Moving softly, delicately, as an eyelash

Might briefly curtain an eye

Her wings casting shadows below

Fleetingly she remains nearby

For a moment of shared intimacy

To then pass swiftly and gently on

Leaving only lightly stirred air

In her wake

◄ Boats on the Stour

For Father's Day ►

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