UNICORN 1

Under the sky's mountain's being I launched and flew again to the frontier's home

New blunders clubbed the try's found fame's relieved wing, lines staunch unplanned and new again brewed the stunt cleared zone

Inside summer the live crowned pen seeing did rise and conched and knew again of blue loved sunned cared tones

Coming down from high up and back to the old mountain's home was near

On the lunging's sound from survived rust and slack, June's hub's bold bound reign roamed rushed steers

Right around the corner was the solitary rural house of the past

Night's own ground did bud born firs, the thrust's dubbed call was clearly soaral, the south's of jah tracks had bouts of the cubs relax

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-22-26

- 8:33 PM

- UNICORN 1