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Spring Encounters
Through fragrant blossoms, lost I roam,
To where the gate and blooms enthrone.
Butterflies and bees, they do compete,
Yet fly apart or chance to meet.
From far and near, they come and go,
Birds sing in trees, without a woe.
On peach-lined paths, they skip and hop,
While orchids lure, they'll never stop.
With wings so bright and petals sweet,
A dance to charm, with grace replete.
But as the sun descends so fast,
Their steps don't falter, and they last.
In gardens old, with lily ponds,
Where lotus grows and fish responds,
The winds of spring, will blow once more,
And nature's beauty will restore. |
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