17-04-08

UNICORN

BLOG Unicorn

 

 

 

 

Of course I can fly

To places where screams are red

My body has blanched,

But fierce is my heart.

Ice on my breath,

Eyes made of death.

You can climb on my back,

But know that I will ride you instead.

I'll fly you to my love,

My nightmare,

For you to share.

18:07 Gepost door Paule in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (0) | Tags: photo stories |  Facebook |

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