Fire hills ablaze, Fun park screams and laughter rise, Petrified bones sleep.
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Amidst Magnolias, Spring raindrops kiss soft petals, Village awakens.
Magic in the air, Bubbling potions in the brew, Wizard’s workshop hums.
Three weavers sit still Crafting threads with rhythmic skill Secret loom revealed
Jackdaw takes to flight, Jewel star in its beckoning beak, Shimmering theft complete.
Golden drops of sweet Harvested from dandelions Syrupy, teatime treat
Behind the waterfall A secret passage awaits Darkness and wonder
Old friends reunite Under the ancient oak tree Forest remembers
Cats are graceful creatures They leap and play and hunt But they also nap a lot
A portal opens he step into a new world She greets him with a smile
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