I painted the clouds in the yellow sky,
I skiid the lush purple trees so high,
I shaped the earth for both you and I
I heard a silent worm-snail cry!
I climbed a unicorns horn of light
I laughed my way down its back in the night,
I swung on the hairs of its tail so bright
So this might,
be the night,
of the sight,
Of the Unicorn and I
Liberty, this is wonderful. You are destined to be a poet. 'I laughed my way down its back in the night' is a temendous line - one I would be proud to write. Well done! ! Keep writing! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kool piece..............in style, from liberty with love! !