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Poetry

at the speed of a cloud

the dragonfly

gleaming like a metallic alien spacecraft

in the cold light of the sun

sped past the cloud

in search of its prey

yet the cloud gradually,

almost imperceptibly

maintained its solid procession

against the sky

my mind was the cloud

on this day of summer

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