Sinuous strings Present, aureate gets it,
When those agleam rays humbly hit.
A curve, be it an arch, Laid for sure,
Under a fertile field, without exposure
To what comes under.
Vision-lover, THE gleam magnet,
Itself a treasure, to a thoft, pregnant.
Wheat field, burst into sight, sole border.
Greeting the holy cliff, which is under.
Oh, those caves, that fresh airflow!
Land where, lubricate wine,
Land where, macarize mine.
A total sculpture, holy mountain
Borne back from Present, in the action.
A land feigning Atlas, a land of marks
Macarized with cries of Schatz.
Be follow’d by the elevation,
Pluralize, if lust a distinction.
They posess what it takes,
Trigger the blood, simply flows.
Five-sided pressure, enough it is not.
Takes a whole lot, never satisfied.