Within shadows of p’rose presented, hid billingsgate of blooms—thorny, toxic defenses that preserved milieu’s softer side through floral familiarity free of fiercer forms, fixed by finer frames. ; )

Window is waking,

Dressing for day,

Jamming with jabot.

Sill is stirring,

Beckoning brightest beams,

Cradling with care.

Petals are posing,

Smiling at senses,

Uplifting UV’s uniqueness. ; )

Reading supported his dreams, each page a voussoir upholding access to a cognitive court, each line limning light upon hopeful paths yet turned. ; )

Amid a sweven’s lea of lily, Amy breezily brushed through the hue, snaveling posies for pockets, whence she would later divvy dandy, lionish joy to the praise of rural robins’ merriment . ; )

Perhaps, then, the fault lies in having handled the situation within a listric layout—unable to yet shake life’s curves, fielding feelings falling flat.

On the flip side, palming perseverance precludes promotion of possibility, meaning any other tricks up the sleeves must foster ascension rather than suspension. ; )