Its happenin....for a reason.....surely......all this turmoil....all these random friends.....am I a Unicorn...in your magical land? Like-minded folk...collected ...like when a gust of wind blows dry fallen leaves in its path...scattered from many a tree-branch.....movin on.....changin places.......mixing....mingling.....creatin new Worlds....of their own....singin along...hummin a song....moving on......only to rest ...till the light of a new-born dawn.....a new-dawn-morn.....yeah....I'm a singer.... and memories carry on....whilst some just linger.....while some have gone..... I guess it must be magic.....you made it....its your own ..... Livin' In your Enchanted-Forest.... I'm a Unicorn.... ----poetry-kiddo
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