this is a pathetic attempt for a triolet. i should have created two different rhyme schemes but the rest is still stuck inside me. i’ll do better next time.
there are dragonflies across that hill
  each of them finding a way to heal
  if only i could teach them how to feel
there are dragonflies across that hill
  the wind put them there against their will
  they dont make a sound but their pains are real
there are dragonflies across that hill
  each of them finding a way to heal

08.12.2005.1.51.p.m.