There was a dragonfly riding a yellow leaf to the sunset.
The pink sunshade was crying bittersweet memories,
as they waved by.

I wish I had a dragonfly,
To cross me by,
The cosmic river that gets me high.

I slept through the thunder,
but woke up to the rain.
I know things are messed up,
But stories never go in vein.

So tell me the gospels.
Of Sunsets and sunshades.
Of rivers and dragonflies.

I’ll love you some more.
I’ll hold you a little close.
I’ll cross your heart with a dragonfly.
I’ll kiss your moonlit silent cry.

Tell me the stories, baby!
tell me the stories!

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