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The Birds Adorn Her Hair
In a meadow of dreams, where wildflowers bloom,
There walks a maiden, with an ethereal gloom.
Her hair, a canvas for nature’s delight,
As birds perch and sing, a mesmerizing sight.
With each gentle step, the birds take flight,
Their wings caressing, her hair so light.
A symphony of melodies, in harmonious air,
As the birds adorn her hair, beyond compare.
The vibrant feathers, a kaleidoscope of hue,
Enhancing her beauty, as if nature knew.
They nestle and flutter, in a delicate dance,
Creating a crown, a symbol of romance.
The birds, her companions, in this enchanted scene,
Whispering secrets, as they perch and preen.
They bring her solace, in their tender embrace,
A connection with nature, a divine grace.
With every breeze that rustles through the trees,
The birds sing their songs, carried on the breeze.
A chorus of joy, a serenade so rare,
As the birds adorn her hair, with love and care.
In this magical moment, nature’s gift bestowed,
A bond between creatures, a story untold.
The maiden, adorned with nature’s embrace,
Radiates beauty, with an otherworldly grace.
So let the birds adorn her hair, with pride,
A symbol of harmony, where worlds collide.
In this tapestry of nature, a sight so fair,
The birds and the maiden, a love to share.
