on clear moonlit nights do look out for the nocturnal equivalent of rainbows in the heavens.
the moonbow.... sublime.... often elusive, but lovely as the aurora boreallis...
it's magical yet true. and then imagine a handsome young unicorn basking in its light. in some protected vales olive green in the sheer moonbeam.... the fragrance of lavender following the night wind...
and wafting on the chilly breeze a lilting melody from a forgotten flute.... from some other distant dreams....
and standing alone at the edge of time....
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