The Dragon Of Ice

By Jess Chua

The Moon becomes a
Silver sphere,
reflections in the water:
just as clear.

It’s snowing…
but time is

Winds are howling

but silence rests

A sudden
Surge revives;
its vibes know boundless

A solitary stare: he
Knows you’re there.
Stances are fixated
Yet souls intently move.
and honour is yours thereafter –
The dragon beckons:

The kinship is awoken.

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