You blew by me disguised as a dragonfly;
your gossamer wings brushing my cheek
as you dropped a few kind words along your flight.
Cloaked in mystery and dripping
from a tender pen of the past
you grazed me with
youthful remembrance
of days gone by.
Though you didn’t leave a name
I’m sure my memories are just as fond.
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