Poem- The Dragonfly

A colorful dragonfly by L.S. 2016.

A colorful dragonfly, flying over four colors.
Deep red, the color of a terracotta fence.
Blue, the color of water.
Yellow, the color of the sun and yellow flowers.
Green the color of leaves, all shapes and sizes, on trees and bushes out in the open air.

POEM TO BE CONTINUED...

WRITEN BY IRENE KATHERINE/INSPIRATIONAL POEMS

My real life little dragon fly, danced so graceful to the classical tune of Swan Lake. Her little brother pretended to be a being DJ as he improvised on the keyboard.

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