These are the Unicorn Days
Carved in gold and diamonds
from the mountains,
Molded in solid water
from the fairies’ well
Sang in choruses
by daffodils leaning on the feathered wings
of night eastern winds,
Claimed by a broken chunk of heart
that knows no sparse amounts
of Love…
Clustered green of untamed grasses
and feral blossoming storms
in the souls of plum flowers
Rage
until the fields breathe
the 100 names for Spring
and become
The Unicorn’s envy…
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
Beautiful verse. Your best.
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Thank you, dear Yasmin <3
You are most welcome , dear Lulia. 😘
🙂 As are you, always.
Beautiful, Iulia. I hope your Spring is blooming.
Thank you :). Yes, it is, even in the midst of winter.
What a dazzling and fairytale world you paint. I love it! 💐 🌹✨✨
Thank you very, dear Chevvy. Your words are a beautiful coat of paint for my fairytale <3. I cherish them.With consideration..
What an amazing “word picture” you evoke. It’s almost like being there.
Thank you!