The Dragon

May 19, 2017

The dragon who filled your missing pieces,
lived in every folded paper creases.
Who soared in the night with a shock of hate,
stayed up there until it was too late. 
He hide behind clouds of probabilities,
unaware of his own humility's.   
His best self was the side that no one believed
But he never needed them in order to succeed.

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