In a garden of emerald hues,
Where sunlight weaves its golden muse,
A creature of splendor, a regal decree,
Draped in iridescence, a peacock, wild and free.
Its plumes unfold like a vibrant tale,
Each feather a brushstroke, a kaleidoscope trail,
A radiant rhapsody, a dance in the breeze,
A symphony of colors, nature's masterpiece.
Upon the canvas of the azure sky,
The peacock paints with wings awry,
A melody in motion, a living song,
Where opulence and grace belong.
In the heart of the sylvan glade,
The peacock pirouettes, a masquerade,
Its plumage whispers tales untold,
Of ancient secrets, of legends bold.
The moonlight caresses the feathers' sheen,
A nocturnal ballet, a celestial scene,
Silver shadows on the cobalt floor,
The peacock dances forevermore.
Eyes of ebony, mysterious and deep,
Reflect the night, where dreams may sweep,
A celestial waltz in the midnight air,
The peacock's elegance beyond compare.
In the tapestry of twilight's embrace,
The peacock struts with regal grace,
A twilight sonnet, a serenade,
To the stars, its colors cascade.
Yet, in this avian ballad, a truth unveiled,
The peacock's beauty is not assailed,
For every feather tells a story,
Of resilience, glory, and untold glory.
As dawn breaks the nocturnal spell,
The peacock bids the night farewell,
But in its feathers, the morning sun,
A symphony of hues, a new day begun.
In the garden where dreams take flight,
The peacock, a guardian of the night,
Unfurls its plumes, a celestial delight,
An ode to nature, in feathers bright.
So, let us listen to the peacock's rhyme,
In radiant rhapsody, a dance through time,
For in its feathers, a story unfolds,
A lyrical saga, in hues untold.
In a garden where colors weave,
A radiant rhapsody, a tapestry conceived.
Feathers ablaze in a peacock's pride,
Nature's symphony, beauty amplified.
Beneath a canvas of azure skies,
The peacock dances, a spectacle that ties
The earth to heaven in a vibrant link,
A celestial palette where colors brink.
Each feather a brushstroke, a stroke divine,
Hues of sapphire, emerald, and gold entwine.
The sun applauds, casting a golden sheen,
On feathers that shimmer, a kaleidoscopic scene.
A regal tail fans out in grand display,
A living poem in the light of day.
Eyespots on feathers, a cosmic design,
Reflecting galaxies, a secret sign.
In the heart of the garden, where blossoms bloom,
The peacock strides, dispelling gloom.
A symphony of colors, a lyrical spree,
A radiant rhapsody, a jubilee.
Oh, peacock, your plumage, a lyric spun,
A sonnet composed beneath the sun.
Your dance, a ballad on the breeze,
A melody that puts the heart at ease.
In the moonlit hours, your feathers rest,
A tranquil beauty, a dream confessed.
Yet, in the stillness, echoes remain,
A serenade of colors, a celestial reign.
Legends whispered in the rustling leaves,
Of a peacock's beauty that forever weaves,
A tale of wonder, a story untold,
In radiant rhapsody, mysteries unfold.
Oh, majestic bird, with plumage arrayed,
In your presence, dreams are made.
A poet's pen could never capture,
The essence of your divine stature.
As the seasons change, and time unfolds,
The peacock's story, forever holds.
In the garden's heart, where echoes stay,
A short poem on peacock lyrics, in colors' array.
So, let the words flutter, like feathers alight,
In the tapestry of verses, a magical flight.
For in this radiant rhapsody, a tale is spun,
Of a peacock's grace, beneath the sun.
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