A creature of myth, a creature of lore,
The unicorn roams, forevermore.
With a horn on its head, and a coat of white,
It's a wondrous sight, a magical sight.
It gallops through fields, it prances through streams,
It's a creature of beauty, beyond our dreams.
With a mane that flows, and a tail that sways,
It's a creature of wonder, in so many ways.
It's said to have powers, beyond our ken,
To heal the sick, and to purify men.
It's a symbol of hope, a symbol of grace,
A creature of magic, in every place.
So if you see one, don't be afraid,
Just watch it go, as it gallops away.
For the unicorn is a creature of light,
A creature of magic, forever in sight.
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SonstigesThis is a collection of poetry accompanied with an image, all created using forms of AI.
