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A snail, coiled within its spiral shell,
A silent wanderer in nature’s spell.
Its home, a fortress so snug and tight,
Holds mysteries veiled in the morning light.
It clings to the leaf with patient grace,
Unhurried, a rhythm time cannot chase.
Its trails, like silver threads, softly gleam,
Weaving whispers of an ancient dream.
Oh, little snail, in your spiral abode,
You carry the world down life's quiet road.
A symbol of balance, of peace so profound,
In the stillness of green where wonders abound
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