Teri tired of territory’s tympany, where she felt like expectations were for all to traipse through ghettos in stilettos—a notably futile feat for those hoping to press paths towards pertinent progress, especially when such steps required jumping into faithful falls—putting to bed delusions dried and dead via stances sincere in seemly stead. ; )

Slipped through

Hope’s hold,

Joyful effervescence

Leaves dark

In hand

Save for

Sonoluminescence

By which

Goodbye

Tears die

From hearts apart and, hence,

New light

Serves right

Into

Palliation’s presence. ; )

Alley cats, peachy keen as transpontine, duet with street’s heated beats in bridging fuse of blues and mews. ; )

Sandy’s preference was not to bide in a lush oasis,

But,

Rather,

Her joy was carried in the feated tide of awashed crypsis. ; )

Svitlana sketched scene’s soulful serenity—sanctuary steps starring sidelined sausage snapper, satisfactorily smudging sun-shadow sciagraphy some said sealed showpiece’s stately splendour. ; )