The wind from the North carried her name
Across the border, behind the sun to the people there.
She was bright and light on her feet but also feisty like the color of her mane.
The birds and other animals always chanted about her fame
For she had conquered what others before her had sought to tame
Once I asked her what her ever potent potion was for the game
She never replied,
Only danced away from me in happy strides.
Only once did she ever stop to say,
"Stay on the lane that's true and just and surely all you seek shall come running to find you,
A pleasant case of destiny rather than fate."
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Pearls
PoetryJust pearls, blossoms, Daisy's, diamonds, emeralds, topaz, rubies and pearls. Soft water drops, shinning stars, mountains filled with roses, and fields of wisteria that's what this poem book is all about. Cover made by the amazing @daisydotdoodles.
