Prone to ethereal wonders for a set sunlit, foliage fosters feelings fine, leaving urbania’s grillage supporting states best left behind.

Sense is to enjoy scents of arbor’s milieu as chirps and tweets replace greys kvetched into memory—which are ready to be shooed.

Blue warms instead of cools as a dilly that is not daffadown. Bloom is priceless in its worth even if only by one is it renown.

Spirit rekindled under arvo’s aura gold, which, as a bellwether, rings in hope for a future bright desired to hold. : )

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