Lea’s garden, a sea of senses, where head makes bed in roadstead of flora’s tread, allows aromas to anchor amelioration—readying mind-ship’s set sail for any incoming gale. ; )

For drips, as it seems,

A balefire of beans

Awaits cooling creams.

For sips—to the means,

Each mug to mug cleans

What pointless view deems. ; )

Like strikingly sheened kicks confidently completing relaxed black slacks, her presented kakizome stood for first date’s hopes for future’s tracks. ; )

Within her Christmas sweven,

Carol dreamt so of heaven,

Where wept sorrow was redeemed

As forgiveness presents beamed

And zampogna’s chorus sung

Into spirit’s heart turned young—

While God’s descending Dearest

Uplifted prayers clearest. ; )

If your illuminations lead to braggardism, then your mind is a red-light district perverting points revelational into that which is callously carnal—while hues of humility would more readily achieve appreciation’s ability. ; )