In the gardens of yore, where blooms unfurl,
A peacock danced with grace, a sight to behold.
His feathers shimmered with hues divine,
Each a tapestry of beauty, a masterpiece refined.
With regal poise, he strutted and preened,
An emblem of elegance, a vision serene.
His iridescent plumes, a lustrous display,
Captivating all who beheld his array.
In a world enchanted by his radiant charm,
The peacock reigned supreme, free from harm.
A symbol of pride, of grace and of love,
He soared through the heavens, guided from above.
So let us revel in the splendor he brings,
A reminder that beauty transcends all things.
For the peacock's story is one of grace,
A timeless ode to the wonders of this place.
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