lol..
The amended pulpy orange bloom, where Asian Barbets tend to cloak
dynamic roar. Responsive ruse, dusk of afternoons emphatic oak
Organelles and fungi frolic. Specters gulch, rainbow angels dabbed in gold
watch the genus abound. hybridize the blended rifts. Mixed with coffee birch and lambent rogue
Colorful opener to say the least. Great composure.
Much wiser now. Every moment I graze your shell
a taste of hell. It’s something, the reviving touch of your skin
Succumb to my grasp. Inclination. The ferver.
lol @ succumb to my grasp. What kind of grasp, though?
From cotton that kisses the cloth from your brim
that blows lush, verdant ineffable murmurs
that tell me they love me. its pink
Cool.
the spirals we made, when wind wrapped around the curves we insisted.
A vortex of grass, etched into blades of this chlorophyll world where we drifted
Dope.
revel in the retina of mother natures more sensible addiction.
I don’t want to get wise
I rather be young forever; sublime
Don’t forget us. But forget the incandescent white wine.
We’re stuck in a hourglass. Blind in the metronome
Yep.
Picturing every last petal, to never wither away
Mobile for eternity. The only thing immobile is age
Great ending.
You're funny and rhyme exceptionally. Keep being funny and rhyming exceptionally.
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