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Today I saw a crowd of beautiful creatures which I later found out to be Damselflies. This poem shows how their romance is different to a humans.

Submitted:Jul 21, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

For centuries,

In stories of old,

Are tales of damsel's

Commonly told.

They're said to be,

Mostly in distress,

Whilst locked in dungeons,

Where time does press.

Yet outside here,

Found in natures palm,

Are other damsel's,

Fearing no harm.

For when outside,

You can see the flies,

Hurrying around,

Before they die.

Swiftly males glide,

Parading in blue,

Searching for damsels,

Both fair and true.

Once acquired,

He lands up above,

And gives a ladder,

A sign of love.

The female smiles,

Consenting to him,

She gives a ladder,

And tasks begin.

This surely proves,

That in natures play,

Stories never end,

In the same way.

The man is trapped,

And gets himself down,

Making the effort,

To see her gown.

Thus ends this tale,

As the sunlight dies,

Of nature's couple,

The Damselflies.


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