To roam the skies.
With no restrain.
Following its own course.
Flying in its own lane.
Wings to flutter.
Free in the air.
Filled with sweet nothings.
Flight with no care.
And so I describe.
The dragonfly’s dream.
To roam with no one.
And leave only her gleam.
Amanda Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragonfly-s-dream/
