What Comes Natural
Wings start to flutter
Then glide effortlessly
Through the air.
Then disappearing in a blur
Making flight look easy
But only because
You were made that way.
Tags: 47, air, blur, comes, day, dragonfly, flutter, fly, glide, hovering, natural, what
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