Through tangled vines and delicate flowers,

gliding through the leafy bowers.

Around the corner, hidden from sight,

I follow the dragonfly with childish delight.

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Emerging briefly to alight low.

Dipping beneath the evening glow.

As ornamental ponds come into view,

the water coolly glistens blue.

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Along a pathway overgrown,

the way to only her is known.

Soaring past where lilies sleep,

eddies swirl near currents deep.

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Here she pauses, watching, waiting.

Light moves with the water, oscillating.

Heart shaped ginkgo leaves pirouette.

Cascading, relaxed in etiquette.

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Dodging leaves in dance and play,

she moves quickly from their way.

Weaving through rushes, a silent game.

A water spirit no one can tame.

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Flitting about with no respite,

then racing off into the night.

Leaving me tranquil and serene.

To admire the water garden scene.