Friday Unicorn

 

 

DCIM121GOPRO

 

 

This poem was found online : http://www.angelfire.com/ak3/DoYouBelieve/poems.html

HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE!

The Last Unicorn

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 heavenly sight,

This beast, this pure being of light.

She is the one with the golden horn,

She is the very last unicorn. –Krista Knutson

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s