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born between summer and autumn
at dusk, when the sunflowers had stopped winding their way to the sun
haunted by the dragonflies
compelled to run
past the wheat fields
past the roses
somewhere in a clearing
he whispered to the snowdrops their life just begun
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she said quiet
is not the absence of noise
but the refuge of dreams
and the presence of stars
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they are indigo
and gold
and sometimes they take flight
and other times
flightless
they sing brightly
but to most
they are hushed
his dreams
in the dim half light
when the rushes are still in sleep
at first a whisper
then a breeze
scattering
roses in summer
burnished autumn leaves
a place of summer
a place of snow
to the ice dragon
keeper of where the lost dreams go
What happens to the fallen stars?
the moon asked the ocean...
they float downstream
and play amongst the rushes
like fireflies at dusk
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carefully
her wings unfold
her thoughts
luminous stars
rising in indigo
the songs of the dreamers
where do they go?
like roses and bluebells
hushed by the snow
they expected you to breathe fire little ice dragon
guardian of the forest spririts
colourful chorister of winter dreams