The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.
One roar,
Spring.
The winter stretched like Ouroboran tail,
Thus, the rider sought the dragon
Iron Scale beneath her bridge
“we need your breath of fire
For life to prevail,”
The rider said.
One roar,
Spring.
can we weave the green
amid grey smoke and ashes
to re-root the tree?
She felt like a cat losing nine lives One by one slinking into night, Amid stark loss she realized She must enjoy her time While she had lives left To redefine, Savouring Breath like Wine. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
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