The Dragon: The Tongue Of Fire, The Punished Village Poem by Darlan M Cunha
The Dragon: The Tongue Of Fire, The Punished Village
Roses wait for the moment to be ashes, to pay for the villagers' mistakes, , yes, the roses talk to each other,
combine something with the bees and
avoid extreme, too delicate, avoid spending their ephemerality
with useless artisans, they even prefer the company of the Dragon
who perceives their delicacy - he, theoretically, a brute.
Dragon among roses, dragon among the cotton crop.
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