The Dragon's Wings

Tousled bedsheets;

remnants of the dragon's fire.

He had spread out his wings before me in the early afternoon wearing only sunshine and a smile.

Now, the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes wafts in the air waiting to be eaten, yet I was the one consumed.

 

A small peek at the intimate lives of leaves.

I hope you are all well and able to enjoy something sweet today. Thank you for the kind favs and comments.

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