Unicorn Isle
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Spirit of the Wind
The Unicorn is wrongly named
A description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground
Wing tips brush the sky.
The sight of his eyes
Is quite unusual and rare.
They give off the feelings
Of warmth, love, and care.
The mane is melted gold
A flame against the blue
Matched only by his tail
Which is the same fiery hue.
The horn is the most
Mystical of all
Rainbow it is colored
Magic is its call.
Gentle is his nature
Never has he sinned.
As everyone can see
He's the Spirit of the Wind.
Poem Written By Amy Owen
page created
by
Ash
October 21, 2003
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