“As the thunderstorm rolled on by: irrespective of their diligent planning from on high.

the sun didn’t apologize for rising and neither did the moon, for colliding with the tides.

soon, the clouds were envisioning rain – at a timeless refrain which recognized this soiled digress.”

the excess of the wind, blew them to the west and then far down into the ground.

everyone heard and experienced the sound – it went straight into their skin and then soon within!

in whistling for a broader melody, the alarm in the vibration knocked them off their density.

holding tightly to the rubber deep in their souls, beginning then to slip on foes!

ice rain and slippery banks edging off the boarder of frosted thumbs & toenails.

finding the words {but most significantly} the trails which contains what’s in the exercised capacity.

the limits of harvest and the complexity of algorithm, sewn into reusable threads.

a lot more of the oranges & reds!

HOWEVER, ROY G BIV – has a lot more to give!

for when the paradigm is adjacent to memory, models can be a configured remedy of valentines, if not poked by a sudden reaction of porcupine’d quill transversed in your spine!