Day by day I stare I stare---day by day I fear I fear---am I normal am I sane --- am I different or just the same---but with visions of glory and power---from high atop my lofty tower---with friends with scales---and real long tails--- glistening wings and shiny things---they live in forests with hidden falls---from which I hear the creatures calls ---in a hidden valley with mountains like gold---should my story not be told---of a place called paradise---or should it be more precise?
Jafira's old Poems: This is my ancient poetry mostly written while in high school, I should mention that most of the poetry may be fairly odd, representative of my early awakening stages when I had a lesser understanding of myself or my perceived understanding of my draconity. Overall I am greatly embarrassed by these ancient writings and tend not to discuss them much. But for the purpose of disclosure, as well, as a desire not to censor my past or forget where it is I came from, both literary and otherwise, I have kept these available.
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