Honeyed thoughts cloy the mind
with the richness of their sweet savour
steeped in nectar-wines of inspiration
mulled with clove and cinnamon
and fragrant sun-soaked breezes
infused with the perfume of wildflowers:
lavender and white yarrow,
wild rose and sage,
all the munificence of the meadow,
the felicity of the wild and burgeoning world,
heaped blithely upon a weary mortal mind.
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