White Divine Dragon

POETRY/DRAGON/MEDIOCRITY/DIVINE

A poem about how a white dragon looks into the past, fluttering over the expanses of the ocean, where everything is carefree and beautiful, like an evening star of a beautiful past of an immense flame.

Under which you can soar freely like a Dragon.
In the Spring, coming out of the depths of the ocean
And resting on the top of the mountain.
Associated with the Evening Star,
Hence the reason for exhaling the flame.

Forecasts are Mediocrity and unpredictable
I look to the past where everything careless.
Incompetence is not visible to everyone
You call me to unknown heights
So everything is clear and familiar,
Yes, I was not mistaken, this is my house.
Where is the old ashes, on the grass
No one will bother you anymore
There was a big fire, and it’s cooling down.
The dragon sings spring from the avalanche of mountains.
Awakening the spark of a blissful state, -
Like a snake shedding a bunch of old skin
Like the strumming of women’s faces from visions
The night of sadness passed lifelessly cold,
With the dawn comes a thaw.
Look who you were and who you’ve become
But I feel a glimmer of another light
All the curves of your beautiful eyes..
Flowers draw the word where the chains break
Let a lot of trolls, but not grown up to fairies
And the bliss of the valley is not exhausted
The possibility of new perfections of light…
The rays of the tidal sun burn on the dew
Everything is filled with shiny Silver Platinum…
You wait for me at the rocks where we met.
Perhaps waking up, further to see the Star!
The memory of the moment will show time
Every second, how to love and fill with light
abandoned heart knows the past where love was
Lose no more of yours until you feel in your heart
Gravity will increase as you MOVE into the new.
I never understood how to fly,
But the SOUL knows more…

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed your journey through my universe and stay tuned for new verses: Inna Orjola — Medium

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