There he stands in mystic wonder,
white as snow and elegant splendor,
eyes as blue as the sky up yonder.
Silently he moves across the glade,
a silent breeze ruffling his mane,
before boldly glancing my way.
In his eyes there is no fear,
as he circles closer, ever near.
Is that a hunter we both hear?
There, see their spears.
Gracefully bowing before me,
Invited to join him on his journey.
To a land where he is free
and can slumber peacefully.
Through the forest we flee,
the unicorn and me.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems like this make me smile. I love the magical fantasy world. Very visual. Good write.