0085 The Winged Horse [10 September 1997]

A rustle of feathers,
Two ivory wings.
A flash of silver,
A spiraled horn.

A fine, delicate head,
Like a porcelain sculpture.
Hair long and silky,

Who is this creature?
Surely a myth,
With silver hooves,
And sparkling sapphire eyes.

She is innocence
And she is truth.
She is the child within,
She is the imagination.

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