Childhood
I hope to this day
I pray to the dragonfly,
lost in memory.
I hope this day ,
my longing is gone.
I pray to the sunshine,
let it come down .
I pray to the flowers,
in full youth,
what is the thunder ,
without the rain .
I let it wash myself away.
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