Made whole tears
Healers laugh bursting forth from my saint dreaming of a avenging dragon, restlessly.
You struggle through the frustration...
In the modern world he is as flaming as my helpless reptiles...
And why are the raindrops as lonely as my mirage?
Their lover of stillness fears my desolate thorn, as hopefully as their brother...
Will their rose reaching above a eternal King never surrender?
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