Flashes, not of the camera kind, strike attention—and a pause. For wards of pyrotechnics may be worth a capture, but flagitious, fiery furor is more than likely a shutter-and-fly-away cause. ; )

Though I have both housed and hardened my heart behind nogging, your lovely looks have had me up-opening to the idea of love winning over worry via snogging. ; )

Turtles live for conquering a hurdle and love for snapping hibiscus with myrtle. But, livor? That is left for Yertle. ; )

Oh, hund-of-dachs, how your holophrastic barks have so precisely procured for yourself either strolls, bowls, or goals, but, now that you are on the fowl prowl, you are going to need to talk with, as well, woof, whine, and howl . ; )

If I was a particle of light, I would feel bright—but, also invisible somewhat. After traveling years—the distance kind—from a sun’s energy burst, how heavenly would it be to alight for restful reflection, after what would feel like eons, upon a lambent ripple or through a corsaged, prismatic vessel? Oh, an escapade to an etalon would also be out of sight, but if I was a particle of light, a pool with a view would be most right. ; )