Lily
At the edge of
the forest where the grass gives way to sparkling gems and the mountains are made
of pearlescent stone, there the Unicorn lives.
At the edge of the forest where the trees turn gold and the sunset is colored
with purple, there the Unicorn lives.
Lily, pure of heart, would venture forth to the edge of the forest to hold the
unicorns face, softly in her hand.
And the Unicorn knows that Lily is kind and good and innocent and he bows his
head gracefully to her touch.
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