The dragonflies danced
As the clouds and sun
Played hide and seek
The scolding of thunders, notwithstanding;
The raged dragonflies were gone
Soon it was gray and silver
Bent over and drowning all
With its fiery darkness;
Until it was bright and sunny
Once again
And the game continued
Through the day;
A settled home is a landscape
Of happiness
Until a tsunami comes
And takes it all, and with it
All becomes a dot;
A dot forward.
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