the city sighs a silent sigh
tucks her head into the fold
of the mountain up high
breathes out the day of another
lacklustre rat race
wonders about the purpose of it all
and reluctantly falls asleep -
today was a very long day....
I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days
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@sent1, thanks for the compliment. Much appreciated.
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