We are mysterious born
Yet enigmatic too
Yet we enjoy this life we've known
For that is how we are.
This may not be clear to most
But over time will be
For if you reach hard enough
You will know the way.
For a stone may speak your tongue
But lives are made of our experiences.
Not voice, nor sight, nor even touch
But all of them as one.
This I was told one fair day
While walking down a road
By a unicorn of crystal blue
And for this I thank him so.
© Amy Anderson 1996
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