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Where Wild Beauty Meets Poetic Nature
Whispers of the Earth
Beneath the moss, the silence sings,
A tale of roots and rustling wings.
Petals dance where sunlight leans,
In wild meadows, lush and green.
The breeze it hums, a herbal tune,
While rivers hum beneath the moon.
The earth, it breathes in ancient time,
In floral verse and earthen rhyme.
The Song of Cecino
Through tangled vines and thyme-kissed leaves,
A whisper through the forest weaves.
Cecino sings of seeds once sown,
Of beauty in the wild unknown.
No polished stone, no gilded gate,
Just fern and root and destined fate.
A song that blooms with every breeze,
In restful roots and flowering trees.
Wild Roots
I walk where roots break through the clay,
Where flowers hum their wild ballet.
Each step, a heartbeat in the ground,
Each breath, a blossom’s whispered sound.
The Wilde Cecino stirs the dust,
In winds that carry nature’s trust.
I bloom in rhythm, bloom in grace,
In every hidden forest space.
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