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Fourth wing poem

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By Karun Published 8 months ago 1 min read
Fourth wing poem
Photo by Elin Melaas on Unsplash

The bonds between a dragon and a rider

voices in my head are never clear

Warnings can still be warmer

I would love if there were any

creature that could hear me all the time

The bond that's stronger instead of having many

perhaps the dragon that does more than fine

And I wish this world were already mine

kill or get killed

oh gods what if I were a cadet

I will hold myself magic signet

fourth wing ....

turns a tingling in

wrathing ....

the memories of a fantasy, I could never forget

more than enough, eyes shimmering

to live with a lifetime of emotions

that I never had experienced or witnessed

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.

A rider without their dragon is dead.

always a hope being a fickle, I will not die today

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About the Creator

Karun

🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️

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