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When Dawn Drifts into Enchanted Meadows
When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows,
Soft golden hues dance upon the grass,
Awakening flowers that sleep below,
Whispers of magic in the air, as they pass.
The world is still, wrapped in a gentle glow,
Nature’s symphony playing, with notes so vast.
As the sun climbs higher in the sky,
And birds sing their sweet lullaby,
Meadows come alive with vibrant hues,
Every creature stirring, none refuse.
In this mystical realm, time slows down,
As the beauty of nature wears its crown.
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Jeanine Dejesus
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