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
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Beautifully composed poetic fantasy quite lovely.
My mother-in-law would be thrilled to think someone saw beauty in her and wrote such wonderful words in tribute to her.
I have a rare picture of my dragon-in-law. The photographer must have used an extremely fast shutter speed because it's the only time i've seen her with her mouth shut (a Les Dawson joke, he remains my fave comedian of all time).
thanks
Really interesting read, I imagined that dragon being an inner passion.
Thank you for sharing
Thankyou
You my dear write so beautifully. Like make believe come to life. Loved it!
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