TIARA S.

Lonely Dragon

Lonely dragon on the desk
mouth wide open
waiting for 50 years for dinner
surprise I'm not dead.
So so lonely
kids gone to have a better life. wife died
I may be gold
I may be worth millions but
I'm so so lonely
rusty dusty old lonely dragon.
But I may live in a palace
I'm still so so lonely
Plese stop my lonely pain.

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I Am

I was a bud.
Now I am a root.
People see me as dirt.
I really am a child transforming in the dirt.
I am now a stem with a petal, red and yellow.
I will be the biggest flower in the Yosemite.

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