The Golden Unicorn
I was created as the daughter of man
But to you I'm known as the Golden Unicorn
Who comes out of the woods at night to play with you.
Though I don't speak, you know my thoughts
Even though you see me I'm not really here
I exist as part of your imagination.
I'm your unicorn and yours alone
And to everyone else I am the daughter of man.
Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts
Copyright ©2005 Bonnie J. Hollywood-Cutts
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