
Victory trickles,
on pavements, on alleyways—
one love emerges.

Victory trickles,
on pavements, on alleyways—
one love emerges.

Challenging the skies,
poking at pillows of puff—
human ambitions.

Sniping away sleep,
not a shadow of remorse—
espresso, clean shot.

Hidden in plain sight,
as the middle child, ignored,
blossom in a bush.

They shine, they darken—
a face for every season;
facades and humans.