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Open Poetry #14

Unicorn

Lisa
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since 1999-07-08

Posts 88
Lunenburg,VT USA

0 posted 2001-06-29 01:30 PM

Mystical beast of shining white
With a horn upon his brow
Stood beneath a sycamore tree
His mane hung to the ground
His horn was made of silver and gold
And was twisted ‘round and ‘round
And, flowers would spring up
Wherever it touched the ground
His tail was purest white
And the longest that I’d seen
It swirled around his hooves
And curled upon his knees
Each strand moved and shifted
As if blown by a breeze
But naught else was stirring
Not even to breathe
His eyes were of the purest blue
The blue of the bluest sea
And probably the saddest things
That I had ever seen
And he looked at me
As much as to say
“Thank you my friend.
For the gift of this day.”
Then he was gone
Not a trace to be found
Except for a small hoof print
I could see on the ground

Lisa ‘98

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