Silk and Smoke

Fear does not live here.

Only smoke, silk, and memory.

 

The dragon’s body is a boundary

no blade can cross.

Its eye never leaves the horizon.

 

She looks forward, calm as dawn,

because behind her

stands the reason she survives.

 

Some bonds are forged in fire.

Some are older than words.

This one does not break.

 

~by Kaori Sato~

 

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