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The crimson flowers dot the trees,

Swaying and blowing in the breeze.


Fiery and scarlet in the summer air,

At these pretty flowers, I stare.


The petals appear like brilliant flames,

Dancing in the air like graceful dames.


The forest is on fire it seems,

When through them the sun streams.


These gulmohars form a red carpet,

Royally on every house’s parapet.


In summers, they all blossom,

The red blanket appears awesome.

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