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billabong dreams
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2010
By the cool, clear waters of the billabong,
where the willows dip their branches low,
we sit in quiet reflection,
listening to the symphony of nature.
The cicadas hum a relentless tune,
a chorus of life in the heat of day,
while dragonflies dance on the surface,
their wings catching the light.
In the shade of a eucalypt,
we find respite from the sun,
a moment of peace in the
embrace of the ancient, timeless bush.
