Where the Dragon Flies go to Die (LINK)
November 22nd 2007 19:56
By the pool of dreams in the cool of the evening
where the dragon Flies go to die.
White birds rise like fleeing souls
and skim the boundary between life and death
calling as though for something lost.
Evening snapped on through a bloodless sunset.
Sparse and reluctant stars rim the periphery of the sky.
It is a cloudless night.
Blessings
where the dragon Flies go to die.
White birds rise like fleeing souls
and skim the boundary between life and death
calling as though for something lost.
Evening snapped on through a bloodless sunset.
Sparse and reluctant stars rim the periphery of the sky.
It is a cloudless night.
Blessings
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