Sprouting Off Truth
Before any elaborate construction
on this fit-for-a-princess-primrose-pink
trimmed treehouse occurred, an insurrection
of rooted pulp through soil submerged the link
between its waistcoat walnut foundation,
ubiquitous sleeves of deep burgundy
protruding delicate insulation,
and its genesis source of synergy -
no more than a stratified core, unhusked,
of nebulous fluff bemoaned by no queen.
But while No-Majesty is dustbin rushed
by virtues of none as well as feigned seen,
forever will be there for sprigs on the ground,
where all the love hidden from saplings abounds.
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