Mayday for the Mayfly

Dragonfly, dragonfly…

Sometimes my wings get to close,

to nearby,

to the light.

Dragonfly, dragonfly…

Today, maybe, it´s mayday

for the mayfly,

the dragonfly.

The daffodil, the daffodil…

has a built in cry.

I hope the rain

is a´coming

in a while.

I know that this warm afternoon has to die.

But when the sun hides

to exposure the lie,

told by the daylight,

it gives the blessing to the fly

to go out of sight

into the night.

The flame, the flame,..

rising from the glowing logs

got no reason, no excuses

to turn on the lightning bugs.

The spider is´nt apologizing

when it bites and sucks

bye and bye…

Mayday, mayday

for the mayfly, the dragonfly.

The dragonfly.

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