Donna
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On a Sunday Summer wind cotton candy clouds float by.
My Soul hitches a ride in the late afternoon to evening sky.
I fly, fly, fly worries and cares say goodbye.
Free and easy buoyant Spirit celebratory July.
I am the whisper of a lullaby.
An iridescent gossamer-winged dragonfly.
A blinkety-blink fluorescent firefly.
Up, up, up, rising high.
All happening forever yet in a blink of an eye.
©Donna H.
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July 3, 2022
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