Flat streets, angelic blue eyes and faceted, clear minds.
We list, we ply. Drunk, presenting a smiling and
pleasant dance of maybe, yes let's, no not today, hesitant,
charming, panting, spring prance.
Enchanted fey-play, yes, but planting genuine
layered residence in a fragrance sought.
These seeds spin globes, and drop
the reticence, feed the playful,
artful passions, crescere the resonance,
and present a whole new world;
a melange of potent, lovely sense.
