Bats fickle genteel soles of twilight, as swart crown abandons an errant moon,
A moon burrowing, framing a forest, while Cupid charioteers spark an archway,
Neath a sinking moon, buds blossom, awaken by galloping Cherubs all strewn,
Frogs echoes in a lagoon as twilight wanes, same as words said of Hemingway,
Porpoises leap frantically in the ocean, while night drifts in dawn's golden sleigh.
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