Pretty painted portraits. Pink petunias, luscious lilacs.
A world suffocated in its own rich aroma of earth, sweetness. Grass like emerald blades swipe at my bare calves. Softness shouldn’t hurt but it does.
Rain teases petunias into revealing softness-a world like cotton and silk-glide by and trouble me.
Should I trust this God who has lulled me into a colorful floral valley warmed by sunshine and cooled by sweetly scented breezes?
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