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I Turn Forward

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I Will Return

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THERE WILL BE MORE ...

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Dragons


there might be a dragon in the snow
around her
a large pool melting
growing

dragons who are so rarely cool
dragons are more often
the servants of fear
and rampant loathing

there might be a dragon in the snow
around her
a lake gathering
all the tears she meant to cry
gathering around her
now drowning

dragons who are so rarely understood
dragons who are
flesh and bone
wings so angel-fragile
and even the prey of death
makes shimmering nothings
of us all.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
4:09 am pst 7/29/19 TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER/AUTHOR
MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

FOR ANN, FOR HER BIRTHDAY
AND ON THE 10TH ANNIVERSARY NEARLY, OF HER DEATH







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