A chimeric dream

The unicorn was never born
it’s just a tale, a legend beast
which turns and twists.
But very beautyful and nice
imagination made of ice.
The horse in silver with the corn
so bright and wildish unicorn
reminds me of a sunny day
with wind and skys so bright
and gay, as I can see it while
I write sit on my bed this
very day.
My daughter has one in her
room. Reminds her of her
childhood, when she loved
mithologic horses, symbolic
sort of freedom sources.
But I am not so quite sure that,
what I writing is making
sense.
But I am sure I find it nice,
from time to time, just
only try to make few rhimes.