The Days Of Old

by Deana   Jan 18, 2011


The Days Of Old

In the days of old...
When unicorns carried your dreams
Let you down lightly
In clover filled meadows

Whispered words of beauty
To the waiting horizons
As you danced...
At the edge of the sea

Before your heart lay in pieces
On the floor of reality
And butterflies were out of reach
When the rivers turned to ice

In the days of old
When unicorns carried your dreams
You were unaware...
That he flew with broken wings.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Pain

    Well done i cant wait to see more

  • 12 years ago

    by Paul Gondwe

    Great imagery in this piece, brilliantly written.

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Never getting enough of this.

  • 13 years ago

    by david hollas

    I loved this, especially the last line. Fantastic write.

    Dave.

  • 13 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    I am glad that the one i read after a long time from you..is this one. This is really beautiful. Has lot of emotions, used perfectly.
    Last stanza is mindblowing and makes you read it all over again and again.
    Great write friend :)

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