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Dec 2014
A majestic fantasy of a writes dream,
White as snow and twice as pure.
Never touched by a human hand,
Only the mind and heart of the obscure.

None moves so gracefully as she,
Gliding with ease through the mind.
Her hair blowing in the warm breeze,
Like the edge of a sea front tide.

The creature that all dreams are made of,
The mythical imagination it freely gives.
If only such a creature existed,
The legend of all urban myths.

With the strength and gentleness of all love,
The most beautiful creature ever born.
We like to believe in the fantasy light,
That is the part of the mythical legend.
β€œThe Unicorn”
Sheila Hackett
Written by
Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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