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Flowers Dance

The tall trees carved lines on the hills,

as they uttered an afternoon pray’r.

The sweet wind frolicked with the leaves,

longing for a friendly affair.

For morning has gone but soon

It will come again and knowing it will never stay

The flowers danced.

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