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Wonderful Pieces
I am not sure the exact
Time it was when I met
The Lady who could break
Into wonderful pieces,
I can’t remember because,
Like trying to catch a
Blue dragonfly without
Hurting it, you lose track
Of time and space and
Everything else there is,
It’s only when sitting
Down to rest that a
Piece of her would
Flutter by and touch
Me lightly, touch me
Hard, and sometimes
Not touch me at all,
Just hover by like the
Blue dragonfly and fill
My mind with wonder,
But then sometimes, nightly
When I am sleeping, she
Wraps me tightly in all of
Her wonderful pieces that
Come together mystically.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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