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The Dance
the gentle breeze carresses the trees the leaves in delightful shapes and hues waltzing merrily to the wondrous tunes the red earth rising in rhythm with fallen fronds the sights take one to a world beyond the blue sky darkens with thunderous clouds the breeze transforms to winds of speed the branches step up their tempo to a sway the sweet scent of the earth alas makes way the clouds burst out in a torrent of rain the red earth kissed, the merge, a splendid display rain washed trees persist with their dance the play of rain and wind holds one in a trance.
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