Ah! This beautiful effloresence!
We each spread our wings as would best let us grow, as would best let us feed off that doting sunshine, as would best let us carry that transcendent aroma, as would best let us emerge, a little of the shadow we try to shake of, a little of the penumbra remains.
Of such redolent a flower, we are the wings, we are the seed, we are the panoply.
Yet so different, so distant. Woven with this lily’s gossamer, we remain raveled at a tip, launch as we may we cannot carry this fragrance without upsetting this tapestry. Our choices remain to be made.
Happy anniversary mom and dad! ♡