The Unicorn's Invitation

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Where you've left your trust
Where you've left your hope
It fell from my forehead, too

Where you've left a dream
Hatched in your forehead
Like the horn from mine

Where you've left courage
Unbuckled, like a breastplate,
Fallen as you've gone

Where you've left yourself
Curled in leaves long closed
Against the myth of me

I believe they've all grown
Into the vining tower, where
Lost things are to be found

We could search it out.

Sharing today with The Sunday Muse. :)

-- Chrissa