In my search for serenity I fall into a catatonic state
and I am lured into temptation by zephyrs playing the violins of love.
I lean into the wind and weather the cycle of love-hate-love
as the trees bend, but not in any sympathy for me.
Gradually the storm passes and the music stops,
and in the forest clearing a firefly alights
on the nose of an onyx dragon wearing a worn saddle.
I am beckoned forward. In the saddle I find carved, ‘sweet serenity’
and the number '9'. I wait, and I wait,
tracing the letters over and over again in my mind.
She arrives on the edge of the clearing and hesitates.
The temptation, the catatonic state, the zephyrs and the violins,
the howling winds leaned into, the cycle of love-hate-love,
the firefly and the onyx dragon all dissipate in the mist.
and we are left alone
in silence.
Bronze trophy winner
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and thanks for the congrats! 
This is very well crafted and left me lingering in the silence with you. Congratulations on your win. 
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