#сто_днів день 14 та 15

Beneath the stars, in forests far, where whispered winds do weave
Its mane aglow with stardust in the quiet eve
Eyes like gems with gentle steps it roams the dreamy land
Its horn aglow as if dipped in gold and a mane of silvered strands
Where streams sing lullabies and the night sky tells its tales
There dances unicorns leaving shimmering starry trails
The sole truth amidst medieval myths as ancient sages penned
Unicorn’s grace in every place where rainbows find their end

Намальовано буквально на колінці, бо моє ліжко це єдине місце де сусіди не бачать що я роблю