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little dove

The dragon

A dragon sits with elegance in the fragrant summers day

flying against the clouds that comfort her like cotton wool

flying through green forests with bears breathing beauty

Silver dragon breathes flames like a warrior resides inside

 

The rain will fall and the silver dragon just lets herself sparkle

Her green eyes match the soft fragile leaves in the trees

flying in company the glass mirror is unable to smash

And the flowers tilt their heads to the soaring wings above

 

If only the animal with flames could take a petal for herself

A violet petal that sparkles with joy under the night sky

Her heart will wish for the gold and pink fairies to say hello

While other dragons wish to dance on mountains