The road to an effulgent visage begins with some glitz that, of itself, may hint at an alternative path—one towards a more floofy facade.

But, if the final composition can present itself as both composed and confident, then, having parted with its diffident self, a charmingly spirited stornello may be relayed:

Lambency flutters below the pools of new eyes.

Some say the gloss remains of a lip’s golden kiss.

Tears still shine draws into the real under the guise. ; )

For sure, a well-lit, ventilated, empty room is a safe place to preen for an introverted Philippine.

In this phalanstery, just one belongs to the aggrupation for those who value pedi-care like that bestowed upon a queen.

For without clips and files and cuticle-keep, a bare-footed stroll might incite others’ exodus to wilderness not yet been.

Toeing the line between letting go and giving a palmary show, just enough regard exists to desire a note of acceptance after a seen. ; )

Do flowers reminisce about their time underground, in the shell of their seed?

Do treats reflect upon their story B.C. [before cookie], when they were just flour—not even ready to knead.

Will that macho noshing his matzo think about me when he goes to holy service?

Or, does my both sweet and sunny personality nudge him a different time to me-miss.

Whether ego-centric or geocentric, tales should be round—not flat.

For whether or not ackamarackus, bloomed truth is where it is at. ; )