When the fascinating blue sphere lifts
herself from the sunken garden, apples
spin in the alluring breeze, necklaces
leap over the valleys of her collar;
and not only do plums slump in the sky,
but avocados adorn her wrists as bangles,
raspberries and tomatoes sway faintly
in a splendidly innocent understanding;
so that her arms become lithe branches
bearing slender bananas, plums, pears,
and luscious, multicolored watermelons;
creating honest love full with treasure,
decorated with freshly exalted blossoms
flitting in the cool, iridescent wind.
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