I know a place where emerald-bodied
damselflies beat satin-black the day,
where wings and petals mingle
amid the Eden-muck, where loosestrife
and monarch pin live jewels
to the young brow of summer.
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Prickmedainty Poetry
PoetryFor all those who broke their glass slipper and still search for stars in the shards.
Summer Jewels
I know a place where emerald-bodied
damselflies beat satin-black the day,
where wings and petals mingle
amid the Eden-muck, where loosestrife
and monarch pin live jewels
to the young brow of summer.