misty mo(u)rning shivers
in the crystal clear cold
& dives, frog-legged,
into the still green-stemmed ocean.
it is a marvel to see
strain strip
down to nothing but
a dewdrop necklace, suddenly smiling ~
and deep within the heart
the golden dragon
stirs.
Another Wandering Soul 
It stirs indeed 🙂 x
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xx 🙂
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I love the thought of dragons.
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thank you 🙂
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That’s wonderful. I can feel the dewdrop-necklace
– and the golden dragon seems to smile while awakening.
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i bet it is… 🙂 thanks for the visit!
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