You are viewing a single comment's thread from:RE: Feed Your FireView the full contextkatrina-ariel (65)in #colorchallenge • 6 years ago Spark and crackle entrance me. Smoke begins to take shape. Out of the dark a dragon forms. Our spirits fly over the lake.
Above the trees, beneath the clouds
To rest on a smoky mountain top.
But briefly only, for -
Imaginative spirits soar and never stop.
Spirits abound, spinning around
watching people compound.
Daily lives treated as such
while babies continually abound.