The Last Unicorn

In forest of enchanted lands,
Across gullies and lakes,
She, steps in perfect time,

In dress of flowing silk,
Embedded in footsteps,
She, follows the sun,

In nights willowing winds,
Under chandelier skies,
She, a night owl sighs,

In hills of feathered light,
Peacocks and butterflies,
She, a lily on a pale morn,

In strawberry fields,
Of grassy bill and riverine,
She, walks alongside,

A unicorn of silver ties,
Folded wings and golden horn,
She, the last unicorn.

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29 thoughts on “The Last Unicorn

  1. In hills of feathered light,
    Peacocks and butterflies,
    She, a lily on a pale morn,

    I picture this woman in white walking towards this enchanted forest of beautiful wonders and butterflies and peacocks singing and staring beautifully at the flowers.

    Gosh! Jen, this is truly amazing and such a vision you have. 🙂

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