The water moves on
Through the open mouth
Of the mountain cave
As the water drips
And occasionally drops
On the rocks it stops
Adrift from the rain
Now clinging to the rock
Dragons canines shine
Little creatures cling
To the old mighty dragon
Safety in numbers
As moonlight shines on
Each pearly white, the minerals
Hold on for dear life
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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