Saving A Wilting Trumpet Beauty

A weeping upheaval matter has a blossoming withering gem lily, facing near open mortal passages which had become unhinged by devious gestures trying to persuade hotly sunrises to take its shining rays elsewhere.

A cunning beckoning approach towards devaluing any chances of growth from reaching survival mode instinct.

Appearing preferably unrecognizably staggering.

Coming partly from steady palms lessening duplicating sources of deprivation to insert hostile replacements.

Heeding competing forces, hoping outwardly strikes against planted envy will weaken further for a gleeful complex.

Cloudy gatherings seeking godly intrusiveness, eradicating uncompassionate closures. Instructing heartfelt soaked rainfall in memory of a passing floral.