Dragon

another poem

Friday, April 17, 2015
Dragon



The light green and blue tinges of the church can't talk about nothing but mysteries and flames of the dragon; in open space beautiful and warming you. -

- There was no rain , only many many stars and sort of a happiness; lights play great matches, spirits named always and dark may melt in anyway and not to be frightening nor threatening anymore

- Love is for all without a doubt-though If I were a magician, I would find love everywhere and see everyday's peace of mind.

And even when peace of mind is not easy to find thirst for adventure awakens my consciousness- too vivid- even more. And life is precious even more- it is a day by day swirl.