Cornucopia - SS
A windswept fall leaves a rake's prongs grounded free,
obliged Sapphire's realm, tinged with a seasoned spree,
blissfully fathoms the governed spirits of caromed eyes,
of gathered acquaintances rings about you as time flies,
queries the mobile a stance, a glance at echoes of lights,
as a soloist envy all-eyes dancing that September ignites.
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