Sincerity,

And hopes confined. A freedom,

A judgment. Of God. And the making of virtue.

A sign, of losses. And dismay.

A witnessing of flowers, and the future.

Such allure.

Such fortress.

Wings of turmoil. And design of his making. Such wonder.

The divided conquer what they do not see.

Unkempt, and the worries of not.

Core turned to kiln. And devastation therewithin.

Divine fruits, and the fertility of a story. What kindness descends to know more?

Trusted, and killed. Nonetheless,

Intolerance.

Components of a rose.

Inner worlds collapse. And then fall apart.

Upwards!

Inner world’s collapse. And then dour’s sour sword swings

Inward.