in   𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 ──── spring   i   walk,
gazing   at   𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿   face,   divine   sun.
lily   𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻   of   𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲   whispers,
𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽  ( 🫀 )  𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵,   𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺   of   love,
embrace   𝗺𝘆   tears ˎˊ  and   anguish.
among   lilies,   pain 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 🐾 soft,
yet ╰୧ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲   cradles   every   𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.

𝗟𝘆𝗻𝗲𝘆   𝖽𝖾   𝙊𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚,   𝖡𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋   𝙑𝙖𝙣   𝖽’𝖪𝖺𝗆𝗉