Sunwards soughs the wind
Scrunching sere leaves
Wending awest
To the albion green
A fuscous foliage
Of celery and sage
With punnets of fruitage
Savours of the age
The gales that rage
A gaelic ravage
In bliss and ail
For keeps forage
©LIL ARCHA
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