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I gaze up at the stranger and shyly hand her my notebook. My deep midnight blue eyes sparkle in the light. I manage a small smile.
"Here, you can read it if you want. It's just a few poems I've written. I have quite a few more," I say with a smile.
Here are two of the poems:
Dragon Scales
Cold to the touch,
Soft like silk,
Glistens like a gem,
Clear like diamond,
Yet harder than steel,
Smooth like obsidion;
But see-through like glass.
The Last Unicorn
In the light of the morning sun,
A gentle and noble creature wanders through the forest,
With mane like the rays of the sun and a body that glows like a newborn star,
Waking from a deep slumber,
He stands, swishes his mane and paws the ground,
The stallion rushes to meet the sun,
As the sun rises over the mountains, of the Secret Vale,
He is stands there, looking into the distance;
Over the mountain wall that guards his home,
Beyond the elegant waterfalls that provide for the inhabitants of his forest,
Beyond the black clouds that loom overhead
Toward the light of the sun,
There he stands alone forever,
As he shall for eternity,
With his mane blowing in the wind,
His body rooted to the ground, like an enormous tree;
Waiting for the sun to wake the forest from its slumber,
And bring it to life again.
"Umm, by the way my name's Kleiner Wolf or Little Wolf in German. My parents are Germany and Italy. Umm what's your name, miss," I ask shyly and nervously fiddling with my hair.
Last edited by Astrello; August 29th, 14 at 05:36 PM..
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