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When light drizzle falls,
Cool wind blows and dry leaves swirl,
Tumbling down the street.
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Trees stripped bare of leaves,
Revealing its naked form,
Sighing when wind blows.
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Dry, crisp brown leaves waits,
for first sound of soft footsteps,
Crumpling underneath.
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Wild foamy waves crash,
Roaring with ferocity,
Against soft, smooth sand.
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Watchful and wary,
standing ground like tall soldiers,
scanning for danger.
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Specks of golden light,
Beaming upon clear waters,
Rippling with brightness.
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Golden canaries,
Whistle harmonius tunes,
till their heart's content.
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Kings of savannah,
Roar with strong, mighty power,
Untamed mane shaking.
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Hugging close to mum,
Its coat shiny and glossy,
Never letting go.
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Bamboo leaves rustle
swaying in soft, light, warm breeze,
whispering quietly.
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