I come here
Once a week
And always
You stop by
Dodging, hovering
Teasing
As you dart back and forth
I try and capture your image
But you're too fast for me
Iridescent wings
Effortless, hovering
Change direction with such ease
Perhaps I have not learned
All of your lessons
But I will
And then!
You must let me hold your image
For but a moment
It's only fair
My beautiful friend
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