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Once I beheld a unicorn
Who then became a swan
With dawn-tipped feathers of the morn,
Light wings like laughter she spread to fly
White as pages of Life's book eternal
Read for ages dreaming of the sky,
Once I loved the world for being born
Summer sunset visions rose
I suppose she was a unicorn,
Flying freely through the trees so blue
Lovelier were the leaves where heavens grew
Her hand in mine a path foresworn
'Til we became a swan
In dawn-tipped feathers of the morn. . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-01-05 at 00:58
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Dawn-tipped Feathers
Once I beheld a unicorn
Who then became a swan
With dawn-tipped feathers of the morn,
Light wings like laughter she spread to fly
White as pages of Life's book eternal
Read for ages dreaming of the sky,
Once I loved the world for being born
Summer sunset visions rose
I suppose she was a unicorn,
Flying freely through the trees so blue
Lovelier were the leaves where heavens grew
Her hand in mine a path foresworn
'Til we became a swan
In dawn-tipped feathers of the morn. . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1689 times
Written on 2014-01-05 at 00:58
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