
Feathers Weight
And Enigmatic Dreams,
Patience Plodding through Emeraldine Beams
Of Bespeckled Light
Filtered through trees;
Paper and Sprig waiting
For permission that Frees.
Power and Might,
Opposing Determination
While Ages Pause in mute Speculation;
Whim against Whimsy
Braun Beside Fawn,
Mischievous Stalemate of Delightful Duration!
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~Morgan~
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You have a thing for green dragons. That little girl must be you. Great poem.
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LOL She may be my alter ego, thats true ๐ I found a bunch of dragons on Facebook this weekend….cant wait to share them ๐
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Love it. I might borrow sprig for a name. ๐
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hahaha ๐ it sounds great for an elf or dragon or fairy doesnt it?
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๐ You’ll have to wait and see.
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