a luminous yellow-green light graced her petite rosacea nose
her incandescent violet smile peeked
eyes curiously inhaled its flashing organs
she precipitously sneezed
causing the lightning bug to take off reluctantly
she waved joyreusly
"bye bye firefly, i never meant to fright, bye bye firefly, dazzle bright"
she would never admit it, but i smelt her disenchantment, glucose deep burgundy, i even heard her sotto voce "i named him billy, for he glowed intensely, lighting my blackcherry".
{joyreus - is greek for not happy but not sad either}
{sotto voce - In soft tones, so as not to be overheard}
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protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey