This is a poem from the writing prompt: write about unicorns Majestic and dreamy
Silver blood Wispy hair Their breathing Is quite steamy Rare to see one Impossible to hear one Sinful to even think to taste one Yet their skin is silky to touch one A light waft of jasmine and lilies to smell one You'll miss them if you are busy with The weary woes of daily tasks You'll find them only when You dare to ask Be not afraid dear friend or foe For unicorns will always know Pure of heart or wayward soul A unicorn will always embrace The seeker in a warm ember glow
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Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are. AuthorEsther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything... Archives
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