My dragon has dreams
To flame in the air...
Because he’s a red flaming dragon.
But…
He is also scared…
When he was young
His lovely red and gold legs
Turned horrible grey and black.
Since then, purple tears
Go down his red cheeks.
His mouth changes colours
All the time.
His tale is burning every instant.
But one good thing:
It is golden.
I really like that poem!
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