De volta...

...a ti!

Dragon Tears
Dragon's eyes,
Gold and bright,
Shining out
Into the night.
Fire rising
Through the mist,
Lighted by
The sun's first kiss.
People fleeing,
Full of terror,
Except one girl
With golden hair.
Brave is she,
Strong and bold.
Never bound
To any hold.
Scales of green and gold,
Glittering blue
In the morn,
Shining through.
"Brave are you,
Not to fear me," says he.
"I will not harm you
You may go free."
His golden tears
Fell all around.
Dripping softly
to the ground.
"Why do you cry,
Oh Dragon sir,"
The maiden asked
To be quite sure.
"Oh, maiden,
You do not need
To know the problems
Of this weed."
"But, oh, sweet dragon,"
She touched his nose,
"where there are weeds,
A flower grows."
"Ah, but maiden,"
He gazed from above.
"When I looked at you,
I fell in love."


© 1997 Tiffany Hrach

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