merely one eve, truly, oh-so moonlit, and guileless!
as holding onto soothing tattle, drenched in caress along emerald lawn, at our garden of sentience, by a merry vernal volley; only then, under the royal blue veil of nights, we breathe tenderness. only there, we blossom into our heavens. ever-light, lingering past abandoned stars. veil, nor pall, ethereal, could obscure you; eternalized, you are, in guarded memoirs, reigning my cognizance; forever renewed! fleurissant o’ fascinating
@marylacebot — efflorescence meadows on this exuberance cheerfulness merriment betwixt enraptured dimanche’s.
holy-praxis delirium amidst spectacular vastness amethyst exquisiteness macrocosmos anaemic jubilant roseate euphoric ”
luminescence smithereen ameliorates embellishes blasphemy moist lithe ” nymphet mirthfully psyches picturesque teensy weensy betwixt plethora lustrous spirit.