I am a dragonfly.
The flower died long ago,
yet its laughter in the vase
still keeps ringing, quietly.
A void, walking and walking,
is coming toward me.
I am then a dragonfly.
I have no claim of ownership,
no deed to my name,
yet every morning,
the light of dawn looks upon my face.
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