Nov 2020
Is this not a question? Dense sierra green,
kingdoms of nettles scurry.
"I am the Fairy Queen! Yes, sincerity is
our most prolific talent!"
Jeering, gutter snapdragons- moonlight
spicing the ivy weaving pessimism.
"No. No. For truth saves the insecure and secures... quick set minds full of haymakers!"
Moths stained the dirt with floam or pollen, drenched washed, blue and brown and fettered unto the ground.
"You see the vanity, of denying you've chosen to deny me?... Is it not my choice? So, there, that is my proof and justice!"
A kink walked sentry, then soldier fawned as if intensively thin, yet, woobled back out as the orange and green and pink caterpillar.
"We have deities and we have havens. And we cast doubts as surely the shadows are cast on sunsets daily occasions!"
"Occasions! There occasions! That is it. You must know occasions implies principle, numbers and special touches... frantic distances, and close in feathering and such... as it is..."
Doubled to the repose, a circle enclosed, droops of the large leafed Sycamore and disturbed Azalea demarkedly stretched.
"But, as time conveys, such messages focus their attention... On the goals that are set, or that of the wishes of, the golden sunsets? Is that not it?"
Twirled petals dancing twice, the daisy cast, and furtive roots of hearty Magnolias cramped together, shrugged a suffice.
"So once more I ask... I am the fairy Queen?!
Who does wish to be blessed by the magics
of the fey and the forest
our kingdoms lore?!"
But the delicate words passed off..., thin as pixels of dust vanquished by infinite progress of time, and thought,- whilst the plants had seemed to have recurled back from their torrid gusts...
And that evening the cherub young butterfly found petals free for the taking, on the deserted, yet, thriving bountiful land..
Yet off went the click of a camera from some 6 and 7 feet and steps... confounded humanity contritely fooled...and for a beautiful countryside there a standing sham!
kingdoms of nettles scurry.
"I am the Fairy Queen! Yes, sincerity is
our most prolific talent!"
Jeering, gutter snapdragons- moonlight
spicing the ivy weaving pessimism.
"No. No. For truth saves the insecure and secures... quick set minds full of haymakers!"
Moths stained the dirt with floam or pollen, drenched washed, blue and brown and fettered unto the ground.
"You see the vanity, of denying you've chosen to deny me?... Is it not my choice? So, there, that is my proof and justice!"
A kink walked sentry, then soldier fawned as if intensively thin, yet, woobled back out as the orange and green and pink caterpillar.
"We have deities and we have havens. And we cast doubts as surely the shadows are cast on sunsets daily occasions!"
"Occasions! There occasions! That is it. You must know occasions implies principle, numbers and special touches... frantic distances, and close in feathering and such... as it is..."
Doubled to the repose, a circle enclosed, droops of the large leafed Sycamore and disturbed Azalea demarkedly stretched.
"But, as time conveys, such messages focus their attention... On the goals that are set, or that of the wishes of, the golden sunsets? Is that not it?"
Twirled petals dancing twice, the daisy cast, and furtive roots of hearty Magnolias cramped together, shrugged a suffice.
"So once more I ask... I am the fairy Queen?!
Who does wish to be blessed by the magics
of the fey and the forest
our kingdoms lore?!"
But the delicate words passed off..., thin as pixels of dust vanquished by infinite progress of time, and thought,- whilst the plants had seemed to have recurled back from their torrid gusts...
And that evening the cherub young butterfly found petals free for the taking, on the deserted, yet, thriving bountiful land..
Yet off went the click of a camera from some 6 and 7 feet and steps... confounded humanity contritely fooled...and for a beautiful countryside there a standing sham!
perhaps punctuation makes this easier i think
