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Deserted Scene Stalwart poplars reach skyward, Testament of heavenly places above, Reeds of grass sway nervously, As breezes caress their wispy forms. A hazy sun reflects softly, Against a glassy stream, Disturbed only by a thrush, Whose thirst creates ripply waves. The perfect day to steal away. Forget the world around, Be myself for one short while, If only in a dream. There will be another day, another time, But for now, stalwart poplars, swaying reeds and hazy sun Make my life complete.
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