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[aid] => mick
[title] => Unicorn
[time] => 2002-12-29 16:40:00
[hometext] => Tis a memory I'll cherrish when old I am; for the beautiful Unicorn I may not see again...
[bodytext] =>    Below the cliffs within' my woods; where squirrels find peace and nature thrills delicately drinking touching the surface of the magical waters created with his gentle nostrils feet spread with knees bent wide; those soulfully intelligent bright eyes ...soft dark love filled liquid deep brown eyes, ahhhh the Unicorn sighs... flowing mane of whispy waterfalls of beauty to the ground he enchanted the forest and my heart without a tangible sound his chin carried a long haired graceful waving beard he saw his reflection upon the water; two Unicorns now mirrored no bit nor bridle ever shall fasten nor pierce his purity only the cooling touch of the night air and moonbeams tredding within' the snowie white woods; soft crystal lights of snow this being so brilliantly special among the trees he silently knows waterfalls and flowers appearing magically on an ice cold wintery day surrounding me with ethereal light and fragrance; the wonder of his ways Oh, forces that be nary let this beautiful moment cease Ahhhhhh... Unicorn... his essence ... his very peace ...remember to breathe again... and then he let me touch his softly flowing pretty mane.. ...and all the air felt lighter than the water dropplets falling from his chin, I knew briefly, as he cared for all forests here and everywhere, timeless again feeling humbled, looking down at my feet, my toe hit a rock and saw great stallion hooves feathered in magnificent fetlocks Unicorn, beautiful, thousands of years old yet seemingly in his life's prime there were no minutes and seconds as throughout this amazing visit stood still the time mighty Unicorn's breath, warm and gentle, sweet as the sigh of doves beautiful forest filled with musical harps of imaginary music; a real Unicorn's love the sun was low now casting long delicate shadows as the Unicorn started to walk away wearing his spiralled horn of noble herritage; off to magical pastures to graze on farkleberries. §* *§ *|* [comments] => 5 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 30 [informant] => ladyfawn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 37 [ratings] => 8 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => PoemsonBeauty )
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