Lonely Iguana in Stone

Amidst the age-old stones, she lies,

An orange iguana, beautiful and shy.

Lonely she sits, basking in the sun,

Her alone friend, a butterfly or none.

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Her scales coruscate in the warm, ablaze light,

As she dreams of an apple above her sight.

A world area accompanies comedy and amusement abounds,

A world area of adulation and joy resounds.

But here she is, in this place of old,

A solitary figure in a land so cold.

Her eyes do not waver, they do not blink,

She waits for a friend, a companion to think.

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Her claws dig deep into the ancient stone,

As she gazes out into the unknown.

Her heart beats slow, but strong and true,

For hope, it lives in this iguana too.

And as the day turns into night,

The iguana dreams of a life so bright.

Of days spent chasing and playing in the sun,

Of friends by her side, her battles won.

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But for now, she'll wait in this lonely place,

Her orange scales are a reminder of her grace.

For one day, a friend will come her way,

And together they'll bask in the sun's warm rays.

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So if you see her there, amidst the stone,

This orange iguana is cute and alone.

Take a moment, stop, and say hello,

For in that moment, her loneliness may go.

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