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In the moonlit glade- peace A ray of light spotlights the tranquil unicorn Crimson roses woven into it's pearly, silken mane, it stands, sadness, solitude, and infinite wisdom in its amethyst eyes the delicate, silvery-white back ripples as it moves slowly, gracefully, across the glade Its starlit, cloven hooves strike the velvety grass without a sound The pearly white tail swishes gently back and forth back and forth Tears sparkling in its eyes, it comes and lays down, lying its head carefully in the maiden's lap Light radiates and sparkles on its horn I weave my fingers into his silken mane Unicorns... Unicorns. --Author Unknown ![]()
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