part of me

There’s a dragon in me that’s snoring

Its energy it is storing

Its story has yet to be told

For now it is napping

 But its mind is gently tapping

Beyond the realms of norm

When she awakes a fire she makes

Within each breath she breathes

I cannot tell when she’ll come

But she’s always a part of me

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