kiiivory's helper!

Salute! Temper your cordial manners, lest your letter obscure this ephemeral tableau. Ochre garden cradled roses into the silent exhibition, neither brazen nor withdrawn. Caustic petals implying lost enchantment. They subsist as idylls that inscribe with ephelides and rustic charm. Here, time folds back, as if the morrow held no twine masterie. Their closeness is unscripted, like dandelions growing over balustrades—unbidden yet precisely right.              Penned, @KIIIVORY. 🦌🌲 ㅤㅤ