The Enchanted Unicorn of Moonlit Meadows
In a meadow bright and fair,
Lives a unicorn with silver hair.
Her horn glows bright, a wondrous sight,
Guiding dreams through the night.
She dances 'neath the moon's soft light,
Her hooves like whispers, soft and light.
With every step, a star is born,
From dusk until the early morn.
Through fields of flowers, she will roam,
With rainbow trails where she calls home.
Her gentle eyes, a twinkling blue,
Hold secrets of the morning dew.
So if you see a sparkling glow,
Where moonlit paths and flowers grow,
You might just glimpse her, pure and rare,
The unicorn with silver hair.
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