Shining scales glimmer,
Passing in the winter,
Yellow gold of the sun.
Dark emerald,
Shimmering sapphire,
Along the shapes and curves.
Filled with an unknown desire,
I reach out to touch it
And am surprised by its gentleness.
No longer fearing the worst,
I touch its head,
Its slit eyes staring at me.
Morning dew
Glimmers like snowflakes
And they drip down in drops.
Long teeth made for crushing,
Made for killing,
Do not harm me.
There is beauty in this beast
And I am not surprised
That it's just out of my reach.
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