A scented satchel of blooming stars
Sewn with frost-frolicked willow leaves
Stringed with moon-touched nectar
Houses a prairie of green-hued wreaths
The prairie hosts a tea-party of elves
Who dance for fire-flowers and glowworms
Laurels of wisteria stacked in curio cabinets
Giggle and wiggle, making ridiculous forms
The sweet touch of honeydew nights
Inhale and exhale bursts of silly-nilly things
A chip of fun in a shoulder so strong
Embeds impasse-stricken air in glazed dumplings
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