Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
The fast cold, to silent spender.
Transcendence into the realms of light.
The remnants of a soul’s journey.
Spotted a Unicorn in the woods.
The frozen road and trees glistened.
It was there. Untouched. Barely frozen.
Thank God I hitched a ride.
I decided,not, to go home.
In an instant, they were gone.
He hadn’t considered where he’d stopped.
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The fast cold, to silent spender.
Transcendence into the realms of light.
The remnants of a soul’s journey.
Spotted a Unicorn in the woods.
The frozen road and trees glistened.
It was there. Untouched. Barely frozen.
Thank God I hitched a ride.
I decided,not, to go home.
In an instant, they were gone.
He hadn’t considered where he’d stopped.