Teen Poetry #1 |
The Last Unicorn |
Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Soft tendrils of a silver mane, Brilliant blue eyes, glistening like rain. A touch of the softest of white, A wonderous coat, shining so bright. A spiraling horn, entwined with gold, A gentle being that shall never grow old. She prances within a moonlit glade, Then among the tiny sprites she lay. The purest of souls this being owns, Always understands, never condones. A heart so gentle, a love so strong, She is one who will never go wrong. A creature of hope, a hevenly sight, This beast, this pure being of light. She is the one with the golden horn, She is the very last unicorn. |
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since 1999-06-14
Posts 67Hopewell Jct, New York, USA |
I've read 3 of your poems, I think they are really beautiful, how do you write like that? They are like a fantasy, a dream you can step into for a momment, then quickly it ends. |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
I think that most of my poems come from my heart, from things I secretly wish and dream, no matter how foolish they seem. I am very emotional, and I pour my heart into whatever I write. |
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