I have written this poem recently. Hope you like it.

Unicorns or Unique-Horns?
The terrace was quite high,
Almost touchin' the sky.
Lookin' up, to see clouds,
Weather's nice, safe and sound.
Rosy wings, unfurling wings,
Glowin' up, as she sings
Up in the sky.
Whatever I see, are so high...

Unicorns, with a stride,
Our horns are our pride,
What we do, unicorns,
Are done with the magic in our horns.
So we better gotta go up high
Into the endless vast blue sky,

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