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Mother Of Dragons

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Cradling gently,
She holds it near.
So fragile, fine-boned.
No need to fear.

With care of a mother
she raises from young
a firey juvenile
with sharpened tongue.

As she grows older
and more weak
An adult takes power
no longer meek.

Beneath the shadow
he now casts long
He is all alone
to learn right from wrong.

Her bones have long
settled in the dust
But memory holds on
with kindness and trust.

As ashes stain the
earthy ground,
New life springs forth –
The cycle goes ’round.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 3, 2019

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