Golden egg
Down, down the large and rigid mountain falls a golden egg - fallen from its mother nest - and pushed down by a large gust of wind. The helpless egg tumbles down the tall mountain.
The breath of a dragon cools the air, freezing the waterfalls that cover the sides of jagged rock.
The Golden Egg is what they call it! The oval-like object that is golden.
So precious! So stunning!
September 23, 2021
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My Inner Demons | ✅
PoetryPoetry- "Although the two of us co-exist now, as one - tomorrow could be a war. A war between us, against you... But we are you? Does it feel nice being torn in two?" Here- -for us, the broken ones. For us, the broken, betrayed, and hopeless ones. ...
