Corded muscles ripple, Beneath there armored flesh, Every stroke of powerful wings, Slice the air like daggers, Drops of dew fall from the clouds, Glinting silver as they cling to chromatic hides, Exuding an aura of strength, Of regalness, Of confidence. Flashing through the azure skies like meteors, Careening to the ground miles away, Out of sight out of mind, Always there, Always a look up, Never here, Never here, The dragon always soars the skies, While we walk the earth, Never looking down, Since it knows down will always be down, But the sky is limitless, Unending, infinite, At least for those that fly
Reason for writing:
The skies only the limit if you can get there, ad very few peopple can fly.
Birth sign: Virgo
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