In the quiet dawn
the red dragon stirs
a flame against the gray skies
symbol of resilience
rooted deep in the soil of Wales.
With every beat of its heart
the land remembers
stories of ancient kings
battles fought beneath its watchful gaze
the courage of people unbroken.
Its wings stretch wide
casting shadows over valleys
whispering secrets of the past
as it soars above mountains
a guardian of the spirit
fierce and proud.
In the stillness of the night
its silhouette dances against the stars
a reminder of the fire within
the heartbeat of a nation
always rising, always alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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