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And it tucked wildflowers

Between the pages,

Petals and pollen spiralled

Like constellations,

Still whispering of the breeze

And of the shooting stars;

There are hundreds 

Of thousands 

Of wings in our world, 

Each one a simple perfection 

Dancing in the spotlight 

Hope is what guided us through our constant cycle of creation and destruction, of love and hate, and of our hearts and our minds.

Love 

Is like light 

Is like a rose 

Growing from the darkened depths 

Of a blackened bramble 

Climbing through the soil 

Dragon wandered through the forest,

Smiling at his bouquet

Full of bluebells and daisies,

But sighed as he remembered

It was forever incomplete.

I want to see fields

Of girls

Standing tall to the sun,

Their imperfections

Shined upon the brightest,

Their souls sparkling