Image: “the dreamer” by Patricia Ariel via Instagram
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Your bloom glowed on drying wings as I shed my nymph’s shell
Such an eye you had for beauty; made even me look well
Under your gaze, I lay breathing air as fire
I crouched a first-day dragon, leaving shining lake and mire
Not knowing how to fly without tearing sky asunder
Every blade of grass, a green and towering wonder
Your breath on my wings
Dried their rainbow filaments
Your body above me like god’s living embodiment
Now I don’t remember, if I ever learned to soar
Inside my mind, only silence roars
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My own wings,
I abhor
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Please lake, open the door
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Let me breathe fire
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No more
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dragonfly lakeside near its own nymph husk (author’s own)
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(Title translation: The forgetfulness of the dragonfly)
© Lia the Poet
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Now this is amazing!
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John… thank you… your words make my morning. <33
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I think you overdid yourself with this one. Agree with John, absolutely amazing!
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Antony, thank you… this truly means a lot. And l love your poetry btw… <33
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That’s so kind, I’m glad you like it 😊
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