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Golden Hours
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As raindrops gently grace the earth's fair face,
In this golden season, fruits take center stage.
Rice fields, patient, await their destined hour,
While osmanthus fragrans aromas each bloom and bower.
Intoxication fills the fragrant, scented air,
As if I'm lost in reverie, beyond compare.
Nature's beauty in this moment, I'm enthralled,
In this golden time, my heart's forever called.
