In gardens adorned with colors bold,
A creature of elegance, a sight to behold.
Feathers of azure, a vibrant array,
The peacock dances in the light of day.
With every step, a majestic display,
A symphony of hues, a stunning ballet.
A regal plume, a fan unfurled,
A canvas of beauty in the vast, green world.
Graceful and proud, it struts along,
A melody of colors, a mesmerizing song.
Eyespots like jewels, a radiant gaze,
The peacock's splendor, a marvel to praise.
In the quiet of dusk, its feathers close,
A dream of beauty, a moment to compose.
The peacock rests, a jewel in the night,
A guardian of dreams, in the soft moonlight.
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