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In the heart of China, where the rivers flow,
Where mountains rise and the soft winds blow,
Lies an ancient art, so bold, so true,
A thousand years in every hue.
Porcelain whispers with colors so bright,
Dancing in the kiln’s warm light,
Delicate dragons, flowers in bloom,
Silent tales spun from a painter’s plume. 0 reply
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