Daisy petals, what powers would emerge from your calming hue if I were to take in your essence as did T’Challa regarding the heart-shaped herb in the afrofuturism of Black Panther’s world?
Petals of daisies, whether fallen or attached, how do you soften the intensity of a lugubrious mood so effortlessly?
Flower’s crown-points, even though you may be a digital creation of this technetronic age sans the ability for aromatic arousal, both your vividness and vitality are visceral by vision’s view.
Points of a flower’s crown, even on those days I choose to stand as a solitudinarian, it is lovely to encounter your presence; hope exists that, perchance, on one of the other days, sharing your loveliness may exist between the self and another equally endeared by your aura of hope. : )
