eleven hints (11)

a dragon twists on wings of fire,
flowers in the opal clouds,
spiraling, then swooping higher,
distant until night haze shrouds

love my only friend is waiting,
tiring at the close of day,
like a dragon fire abating
as it makes

its distant

weary

way

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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