Come with me bright star
Where the wild flowers grow
Shine with courage shine
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Wind rustles the bush
Birds stand guard over the trees
The sun protects all
Come with me bright star
Where the wild flowers grow
Shine with courage shine
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Wind rustles the bush
Birds stand guard over the trees
The sun protects all
I really like the second haiku in this post!!! Nice work.
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