When I agreed to become a unicorn,
there were the following rules:
1. I will run toward all the sweet
blooms, close in, even
through thorns.
2. Flight is not the same
thing as hope
or joy nesting,
briefly,
in my thoughts.
3. A needle is not a spear,
and I am not
a warhorse.
A unicorn is a shadow of friendship
Mythic and missed.
-- chrissa
Every rule is a poetic masterpiece! I love everything about this Chrissa and the last closing thought is beautiful!!
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