Someday

Light flourished like a fruit of a ginkgo. The shoal; like tiny crystals shined upon the glittering frontispiece above. Unexplained beauty of origin; never to be known, never to be unlocked grazed upon its anatomy. Sound like music, enchanting to hear; sang along in chorus like halver a conjoint heart. A feeling of altruism; amorousness and benevolence fright down the nerves of the atmosphere like ice down the throat. Wind breezing like tardy waves down a shore, blistered with grains of aww. A perfect life; a tomorrow land; an immaculate dream until unless a venomous reality. Perhaps someday.