I am food.
Mosquitoes eat me during my morning meditations,
Yet
there is always salvations!
Dragonflies dive down,
rescuing my tender flesh;
they breakfast on my tormentors.
Are they my heroes
or am i merely their bait.
I am food.
Mosquitoes eat me during my morning meditations,
Yet
there is always salvations!
Dragonflies dive down,
rescuing my tender flesh;
they breakfast on my tormentors.
Are they my heroes
or am i merely their bait.