Far from the noise of cities,
Far from the dust and roads
Among forests, meadows, fields,
A lone unicorn wandered...
He wandered among stems and flowers,
Plucking them with his lips...
Then suddenly he would dash away at a gallop
And play with himself.
And the chains of loneliness
He did not feel at all,
A child of midnight's pure dreams
Alone... he was a stranger to all.
Racing like an azure arrow,
A transparent flash in the grass
He admired himself,
And felt the power within him...
And knew for certain that never
Would he be conquered...
That young unicorn
Was in love with freedom!
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And if someone suddenly finds
A blue trail in the grass,
It means a unicorn was here...
Gifted by fate.