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A brief description about Mountain Fires, a beauty of nature. |
| Mountain Fires Silvern Crimson sun descends, Painting peaks with hues of fire, Golden rivers flow. Night's embrace, a velvet cloak, Stars fire the darkening sky. Shadows softly creep, Whispering through ancient pines, Flames begin to dance. Orange tongues lick at the dusk, A wild and key, fiery art. Ochre, gold, and red, On the slopes, a living breath, Nature's grand ballet. Silence holds a burning might, As sparks glow, a fading dream. Dawn's cool, tender kiss, Wakes the world to ash and mist, Beauty transformed. Whispers of the fire's music, Staying in the mountain air. Lines: 20 It is a chain of four traditional Japanese tankas. |
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