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I aimed for the mountain
top while rare florets ooze
from the ground
beneath me, I longed
for the sparkling stars
neglecting the lapis lazulis
laying on the beds of the mighty rivers
I craved to suckle on the
heavenly nectar, while
bees synchronized intricate
combs in my backyard
then when the dusk spread
its raven wings, I reclined
on my couch, cursing
the Fortuna for the missed
chances in Paradise, while
the orchards around prepare
for the early fruition.