It was over from before
And so discarded the reply went by.
Was it my questions?
Was clarification needed?
Or too much info poured?
Whom, may I inquire.
Whom may I return to,
without fire?
I dreamed a dragon,
Once more.
And once more smoke I grasped.
Fuel is none.
And with the flow I lull the love once I dreamed about.
Only youth survives winter snores.
