The Acerola Sky,
As sweet as She is sour,
Infatuates with Her ephemeral blush.
Submerged en la sangria of Her floral oasis,
All I can do is float up in pursuit of,
Breathing in Her heavenly rouge.
But Her spirited bloom fades,
Leaving me withdrawn until the next revelation.
I wonder if a single soul sees the same blissful show.
Not is what I’d like to believe,
For Her celestial beauty is unmatched within me.
Cosmic Latte 