The word
Breath upon the ice
Stars in hiding
The world ending
as we linger on sidelines
Slowly roasting
in the tears shed as fire
Our sails
furled
by the dragons’ lightning
They speak twice
The first sentence
A clash of wings
Then they bring death
Bright as summer morning
that turns to the void of night
Hello dear Della. I loved your words this morning. Good morning from Michigan.
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