pale pink and dusty blue sunrises
when that fireball is grandest
indigo skies still and cold
sight of a bat's
dewy smell of morning grass
the flight of what seems impossible
it's body is so long for those wings way up there
blue, red, gold in colors
dragons of the fly world
sticky, scorching burn
blood-thirsty swarms
with hypodermic attached
parasite in true definition
satin between fingers with thumb in mouth
never really lost thoughts of a different time
the skip, flutter, flip, dancing
the heart makes every time
the nose takes a whiff
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