Dragons Wings

 

 

Dragons wings rest now

among the foliage flame warmth

autumnal breeze caress

my sun kissed face, stroked

as brush to paper leaves

the indelible marks of fall

rest softly, brightest

among my palette.

 

Stoic

 

 

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