many see them as false,
we see them as myth,
they were real at one time,
but may they still be living,
there is no fact they're dead,
there are clues they are around,
the smoke in the mountain path,
the wind is fast at the time,
as hurricanes breach the sky,
while great days become great nights,
while rain comes without clouds,
many have seen them once before,
as they see them in their dreams,
as dragons are everywhere,
and that cant be prevailed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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