The Land That Never Dies

The Land That Never Dies

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

i told her a story, she lay half awake
told her of a small girl in a dress of pink
girl i meant to portray the girl in my arms
barely moving, i spoke the forest, then it was
i set the child into motion, barefoot ‘cross the woods
searching for a special flower others die to find
Little Miss, she has a friend, a hungry dragon strong
she never fears wildlife, she’s guarded by his breath
yet bees patrol the flowers, full of fatal stings
dragon eats these petals only, so her work keeps him alive
years spin on, Little Miss finds work outside the forest
Little Miss gets busy with the world, dragon fends for himself
Little Miss returns from time to time, mainly now at night
as sleep begins to pull her in she picks a flower to her friend

 

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