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Pegasus
By Angela Wybrow |
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He soars so high above the clouds;
So high above the bustling crowds. He flies past vast galaxies of stars, Above the houses, shops and cars. |
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He flies below the silvery moon,
Which hangs in the sky like a lost balloon. He soars so silently through the sky: Upon Pegasus' back, I'd love to ride. |
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His coat is creamy, just like milk,
And, to the touch, it feels like silk. Pegasus is loyal and extremely wise: Traits which are reflected in his eyes. |
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A wondrous winged steed with a mane of gold,
He is courageous in spirit and fearlessly bold. He flies through the sky on feathered wings. His magical hooves set forth new springs. |
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Many great wars has he endured,
But through it all, his heart stays pure. With his friends, he is gentle and mild, But to his foes, he is a warrior wild. |
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Inside, his soul is brimming with fire; By him, many folk have felt inspired. Some think Pegasus is only a myth, But I know that Pegasus does exist. |