A call from afar
Foreboding design
Intuit a castle’s
Exotic design
The gates slightly open
A gosling of gold
The oak tree assembled
Yet still, feel the cold.
A strange dog awander
No, that word is not real.
A home painted mustard
A pumpkin concealed.
Hush, my sweet child
A sense of deviation
Behaviors, consumers
An aching sensation.
The sweet taste of honey
The smell of blue paint
The wind through a field
Will show no restraint.
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