A gang of young horses, jawing around
A carpet of pigeons, pecking a-ground
That graceful white bird, was racing the wind
While a pack of bullocks, ruefully grinned
Swaying canopies of red flowers, teasing the blue sky
Pregnant pink flowers, winsomely shy
Carts laden with juicy fruits, flirting with the sun
A river to eternity, glistens as it runs
A group of bees, buzzing with joy
A sense of grace, hovering close by
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