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A Vivid Imagery
The sun climbs high in the sky,
casting warm beams upon my face.
Birds dart and flit, their songs sweet,
while trees sway in gentle embrace.
The river flows, a steady stream,
its banks lined with rocks and pebbles.
Fish glide through the clear...
casting warm beams upon my face.
Birds dart and flit, their songs sweet,
while trees sway in gentle embrace.
The river flows, a steady stream,
its banks lined with rocks and pebbles.
Fish glide through the clear...
