She peeps out of frosty window pane
half awake in the dawn
stunned to see her dream from last night
pasturing in the lawn, a unicorn!
Steaming breath at a quickened pace
she draws running her finger on
the frosty mist, a big smiley face.
Her fervour fizzles soon as she notices
through eyes of the non-digital emoticon
a Mule grazing on the garnered corn.
Embarrassed to have misled
seeing her pained, pale, colours fade
the frosty mist melts into drops
clearing view. Still sits the dope
staring at the Mule as if her graceless
fairy dust grows it's horn innate
entices a non-ruminant to ruminate
as if unicorns exist, as if miracles happen
as if...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have painted your passions very well in the poem well composed, thanks for sharing
Thank you: -)