With azure sky flooded above,
Trees look greener with youth -
With butterflies' flying colors
Flowers find beauty's truth.
Rivers flowing with rippling lust
touch both banks so thirsty -
Desires tingle, mingling too fast
With love drenching the dusty.
Peacock's plumage mesmerizes
His sweetheart cute peahen;
Lions win with verb and vigor
In nature's loving den.
I want my love to sit with me
In verdant earth's cradle,
Let these swinging beauties
Add wings to my angel.
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