Within the grandeur of the canyon’s depths, I listened to the echoes of ages past. The layered rock formations and winding river below inspired verses that echoed the resilience and beauty of the natural world. The canyon walls, carved by millennia of wind and water, held stories of geological wonder, and I felt compelled to translate their tales into words. As I explored the winding trails and gazed into the abyss, my verses echoed the profound sense of timelessness that enveloped me.
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