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Painting With Words

June 17, 2016

Dragon’s teeth glow through the morning mists

in the rising of the sun,

And through the vale the river winds.

A breath of mystery hovers, lightly scented;

And as the mists burn away,

The trees begin to dance of their timelessness

and whisper of things to come;

And in the crystal light shining,

The dragon’s treasure sparkles.

 

 

 

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