Upon canvases of amber skies,
Dreams dance in hues of vibrant dyes.
A symphony of whispers, soft and low,
Echoes through the realms where fancies glow.
In meadows where imagination blooms,
Metaphors blossom, painting vibrant fumes.
Each word a brushstroke, a touch of grace,
A tapestry of beauty, time can't erase.
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