The sun is done feasting
On a varied,sushi sky
The moon comes up for desserts
But the valley pastry is too dry
Lakes swill and lap
Into late, goth-hued hours,
Potent, dark, and strong
Like nice, vintage liqueurs
Elements in nature may rejoice,
Sometimes they may brood,
Remarkably, though, how everything,
Comes close to resembling food.
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good one...
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