Sun, 05/12/2013 - 13:07 -- yennira

The dragon waits
Its wings are cut

It dreams of flying
Soaring the sky

A silent wish
To a dead star

A silent tear
To a dead sea

A silent word
To a dead soul



This is actually one of the few poems I became totally in love with. It might be sad, but the moment I created it so was I.

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