Revival Of The Dragon
By Rayner Kong
Dawn steals across the open sea,
Like a thief in golden sandals.
A breeze stirs the emerald canopy above,
Leaves fall like withered souls.
As my mind wanders aimlessly about,
Ears grow accustom to the distant sounds.
The constant hammering of the workmen’s tools,
Reminds thee of its glorious past.
The sound is but pleasing to thy ears,
As I looked beyond the autumn leaves
Falling into the open arms of the dragon.
The past is not forgotten, but merely relived.
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