When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly come
And sat on my hand.
With it's blue jointed body
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly come
And sat on my hand.
With it's blue jointed body
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
Обсуждения The Dragonfly