The dawn breaks bright, a harmony of gold,
As leaves like painted dancers, light and bold,
Twirl down from branches, crimson, amber, green,
A kaleidoscope of wishes, it would seem.
The wind, a maestro, whispers through the trees,
A melody of magic, soft and sweet,
It sings of wishes, whispered on the breeze,
And dreams that dance with every falling leaf.
A fleeting...
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