Unicorn
Running, frolicking, bounding, the horned creature graced the meadow.
With a majestic presence, it shook its beautiful coat.
Wanderlust and purity revealed its shadow.
The beauty of the pointed, spiraling horn is worth a note.
So pure, so graceful, yet so powerful.
A horn with the ability to heal disease and sickness.
Forever untamed and blissful,
And it will remain eternally ageless.
Is this great creature aware of its brilliance?
Has it discovered its destiny?
Will it retain its pure essence?
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