Tuscan Sun
The fragrant scent of Brunello’s fills the air, as the setting Tuscan Sun broke upon the brute, and the young lady fair.
A toast conveyed by his best, too hurried while those gather near them, lasting words spoke well, while the Tuscan sun sets west. Bellowed smoke arose high casting a rusty hue over the lavish wedding seated, as the seasoned young lamb’s paired well, as glasses gently tasted.
Nights eye draws near, a fire’s orange glow from a cracked barrel’s made, the burning scent of aged Brunello’s warms the air, and cooling ambers create shade....the falling Tuscan sun has now began to fade.
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