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Dervish

(this is my poetry)

Dervish

Dance of dragons
around wings of an angel.

Flames hatched in the dance
                whirl like dervishes,
                but the wings of the angel are not burned.

She sustains their fire
for she is not of the dragon’s world.

What will you do, my clutch?

Sing plainly,
not in flaming tongues.

What should you do, my clutch?

Dance, dance, dance
and take our chant of Joy
into the human world…

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Only wish that mankind would seek divine joy more than worldly pleasure. enjoyed the poem!.............................Jim

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John Loopstra

Aye, totally agree with that wish. All I can do is put my stuff in the world and make my clients (am an accountant for entrepeneurs with a non-western background, basically) as happy as they can be. Thanks again

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The fish of the sea

Wow such a soothing poem, almost fantasy vibe for me. Love it a lot. Kind regards. TFOTS 

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Pratibha Savani

Hi John. An enchanting poem. Really liked it, especially the ending. Pxđź’ś

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John Loopstra

Thank you! We could do with some more dragons of this kind in the world, don't we?

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