Unicorns and poppy seeds
Lying on wood floors
Both existent and unsuspended
On nonexistent moors.
Horns and cases spilling over
Spinning onto the ground,
Lost with no found near sight,
Looking for safe of sound.
Wood of planes on hardened floors,
Stretching out of nowhere,
Resin dripping from it places,
Into lights of the brown bear.
On the floors of homes and elves,
Existent meets the non,
Life begins it ever cycle,
Into life beyond.
I finally posted again! (a month or two is forever to me) I'm so happy. Anyway, I love guesses. So hack away!
~Author