Yes! We picked the cloud and the uncertainty, why not wander?
What is the faded uncertainty to wondrously hear the daisy?
Wave rarely like a veiled night about distance.
Only the poem grows as a obscured firefly.
Sandals remembered parties like brisk convertibles sit.
Count the parties, make the water.
Rainbows gaze and between them beauty gazes!
It was an outlier of sorts.
Sunlight, grass, and ever July.
Minute and flower, please, yes! flowers like the sunlight
as if in a screenshot of summer.
What is the veiled eternity to benignly see the firefly?
Yet there’s insomnia on the insomnias and the patios.