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Of its Blossoming Hue!

Picture taken by WCR

Of how it perpetually fills, butterflies traversing heart’s tumbling thrills. Its hills alive, echoing the sound of love’s breathless melody. Mountains yielding one’s soul ever-rest, heart of a warrior doing its best. Never needing tip toe, just let faith conquer life’s unbeatable foe, with the strength of love’s poetic sway. Fear giving way, to the breadth of its glorious sublime, time after time. One’s joy nourishing, one’s confidence flourishing. Heart and soul relishing love’s nurturing need, never needing to act coy. Beautiful springs, cascading falls, flowing of love’s tranquil river. A sliver of its nature, flowery essence of its beauty. Picturesque lilies drenched in its substance, hovering deep places. Bellowing seas, blossoming trees, colored leaves, fragrant ever-needs, favorite things made of these. Fresh herbs, loving verbs, passionate nerds, love’s gentleness never left perturbed. Enveloped compassion, developed passion, love’s confident expression. Pathway to empowerment, illuminated journey way of encouragement, life’s paralleled gateway to enlightenment. Love gifts the soul, beauty wrapped in a bow, kept close to one’s heart. Treasured nuances of its meaning, love presenting itself as its most meaningful offering; muse of its blossoming hue! 

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Joy’s Unapologetic Confidence! 

Unapologetically, My Joy is so confident in knowing it’s okay to be endearingly vulnerable, laughing out loud. Joy does compel, won’t ever yell, has a distinct tell; the heart does swell, with every dip into the well. When I lay my soul down at night, Joy says lovely, sleep tight. So awaken my heart won’t lose sight, love emboldens overcoming might. In the morning, when I rise my soul wipes the sleep from my heart, and gaze upon love’s sublime beauty, my Joy. Oh my soul, can’t help but to kiss upon my delight, ever so tender. My heart, anticipating the moment to feel beautifully, Joy smiles with me. Love’s virtuous hue showing your soul so much warmth. In your darkest moment, Joy’s there hovering within the shadows, shining radiantly in the hollows, glistening in the peripheral of your heart like a shining star. Before my soul knows it, my heart runs to Joy’s embrace. When my heart feels lonely, my soul knows Joy only; profoundly enlightens the mood. Fear for tears, Joy saying; shout, let it all out. Let me take you by the heart, walk with you, talk with you. Love, oh love, quiet my heart, my soul needs Joy to know, I’m listening. For Joy’s small still whispers, in the stillness moment so breathless, that resonate endless. Joy saying, no time to feel hopeless, laughter’s echo timeless. Joy is unapologetic, won’t ever become a voiceless relic. Joy is so amazing, love’s smile that will assuredly transcends time and space! 

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Of its Decorative Landscape, 2025!

Vibrant Hue!
Crimson Landscape!

Colourful Ambiance!
Decorative Aura!

Of its natural beauty, flowery essence of its vibrant charm, deep healing of love’s fragrant balm. Of rosy cheeks red, colorful calm of violet’s blue. Of love’s nature, its ambiance capturing the nuances of its eclectic hue, of few hearts able to resist its picturesque impression. Heart’s crowned with its endearing brilliance, the textured reign of heaven’s due. Captivating radiance of its enchanted allure, never to be eclipsed of words’ ten thousandth reason. Of love’s perpetual aura flourishing deeply, enriched by the serenity found within its ten billionth season. Of its unchained melody, the angelic chorus tells of its symphonic breadth, swaying whispers within the wind. Its rapturous vibes, beautifying one’s heart and soul, with its awe and wonder. There’s not enough paint in the world to texturize the magnitude of love’s splendor. Discovered within the mosaic of its beautiful landscape, the warmth of its decorative presence blossoming so divinely!

*** These, a collection of floral landscapes I’ve taken pictures of over the past couple of months. The original photo, and a texturized version through the lens of my heart’s decorative interpretation! Hopefully you enjoyed them!

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Motivation’s triumph; Active while Waiting!

Another level, one’s soul catching its second wind, to finish strong, soaring higher on the wings of love. A change of lifestyle, requires an alteration of one’s mindset, pursuant of a heart’s lifetime of devotion. Activity, not just indicative of the heart’s momentous pursuits, but what therein remains of love’s actionable breadth, its heartfelt muse being your soul’s poetic notion in motion. While waiting, for one’s dreams to release its inevitable breakthrough, one’s hopes remaining optimistically engaged, until its physicality revealed. One’s hopes being proactive, til the manifestation of it bares fruit. Mind, body, and soul involved in the creative process, one’s heartbeat remaining diligently strong. Circumstances are indifferent, it won’t take into count feelings, but will surely yield to your resolve its recompense. Differences are realized, one’s passion remaining vigorous while yet waiting, situations to offer you its compassion. A spirited soul encouraging its heart’s vital sense of intentionality, motivation’s triumph progressing intuitively, moved by one’s resilience indubitably!

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By Design; Springtime Hue! 

My Butterfly

Born with angelic wings, breathlessly her soul sings, her heart predestined to be, my dearly beloved butterfly. Even though prematurely birthed, it never determined her worth, a heart larger than life. My little caterpillar made her way to my innermost, where love’s beauty resides. The most beautiful of butterflies, emerged from love’s cocoon. The benevolent of her breadth, waiting to exhale, moment to soar. In her wake, my heart’s quake, of my breath’s take. Of love’s endearing nectar, life’s bitter-sweet nexus, the moments better sweetened, with the ornate essence of love’s heavenly hue. Its breathless kiss, of my heartstrings mist; what lingers true, moves through, heartfelt cues. Her colorful wings, what playful joy they bring; likened to how soulful a hummingbird sings. My butterfly, my once quaint caterpillar, her love quietly flutters my soul. Her love’s picturesque silhouette, took flight with angelic pinion, bid my heart adieu! 

Hummingbird’s Lullaby

Of its beautiful display, the breadth of its natural way, like that of a lyrical sway. Nature’s good vibration, love’s sweet sensation, throughout nations. The rhythm, the rhyme, this moment in time. Life in living color, love renowned like of a vibrant flower. Its brilliance subtle, yet so vivacious of iridescent vibes. Love, hum my soul a song, tug my heartstrings strong; yet tenderly, permeate throughout with a melodious twang. Sun-flowered hue, pollination’s cue, the extract of love’s lavished due. Essence of its meaning, blessing of its ornate truth. Whistling willow, whisper the secrets of love’s undying scent. And accent I shall, with the beauty of my tulips, give away the best of my heart’s most deeply held possession, love. Hummingbird’s lullaby, evident not by its presence, but the sublime texture of its splendor. Life’s bliss, cascades of heartfelt mist, of love’s healing kiss!

By design, a collaboration of my late daughter’s spirit and my soul, giving my heart inspiration to create these designs!

Each design, pieces of different elements woven together; pictures, drawings, paint swatches, inserted and manipulated within several design apps, together creating the final design. A legacy in the making, love’s ornate breadth by design!

*** Hope you enjoyed them, have a wonderful weekend! ***

WCR c/o Justinea Angelina Richards

Yet!

Believing, sometimes easier said than done, knowing there’s a sublime worth of one’s soul; Yet, belief is subjective. Seeing you’ve come so far, but Yet, your heart fixated on those distant hurdles. You know, you have so far to go; Yet, not persuaded your faith will overcome. Your focus being, amount of times you’ve been knocked down, not sure why stand; Yet, rise. Some days, your heart’s just trying to heal from a brand new scar, only for it to become a broken heart; Yet, there will be another moment for healing. Hope conquers so many mountains, wins the fiercest of battles; Yet, will never brag or boast; it needs your heart to be its host. It’s okay to question seasons, as your soul tries to find the reason; Yet, never doubt if your journey has purpose. Certainly, sometimes it’s hard to see, what your heart doesn’t want to believe; Yet, let trust verify. Don’t give up on, thinking love would abandon your heart. This moment in time, the rhyme; Yet, pieces of life’s poetry, motioning the soulful rhythm that finds. Whenever, anxiety won’t let your soul breathe; Yet, love’s breadth what inspires true confidence, letting the heart exhale its deepest breath. Life doesn’t always make sense; Yet somehow, gives mind, body, and soul its due, recompense. Feel worthy of love, even if some change seems just insignificant pennies; Yet, in love’s well, never a worthless wish to hope. Whenever, things seem uncertain, unbearable to your heart, don’t stop believing; Yet!

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Loving Tender! 

Love, sway me tender, sway my heart true. Stir me neat, pour into my soul sweet, hold my gaze complete. Never let me go, but oh, release me again and again. Only to be once more, arrested by your sweet embrace. Love, oh love, invade my thoughts, captivate my heart, with the breadth of thy sublime. Gentle is thy grace, but so impatient my heartbeat’s haste, be so elated by the echo thy profound sway. Stay, keep wayward perceptions at bay; be my heart’s endless host. Tender love, love so tender; holding me so close, I surrender. Don’t let anything, come between to hinder, fan the flames, let it be more than cinder. Loving true, my soul has just one plea. Ask of me, you see; my heart belongs to thee. Offer my soul no reprieve, except of my heart no excuse, of being love’s tenderhearted muse. Love, it’s you, in me playing it so cool, when my mind acts a fool. Whisper into my soul, tell it to my heart; living is so much easier, because you move my heart and soul, in such a loving sWay. Within the depth of my soul’s gaze, my heart so amazed; how tender you make my daze. Caring, darling, sharing; love, my tenderness is you, my soul’s poetic hue. Making my life, deeply beautiful, tender!

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Motivation’s Sway, According!

Love drives, indicatively derives; journeys with you through life, according; the condition of one’s heart. Whether, never becoming a factor, if love what tethers every heartstring, be driven to pursue every heartfelt endeavor, felt within the outpouring of its reign. Accordingly, love begs to differ, won’t participate in allowing, conditions of one’s perception to dictate; what compels, what propels, whether. Weathering life’s storms, according; it’s never easy, but very necessary for growth. With every bump in the road, that’s where the rubber meets… your faith, your traversing spirit. Love driven, surely navigates according to its intrinsic ability, heart and soul strengthened by its facility. Love in the driver’s seat, the humble giving of one’s self. In of itself, being, according to your confidence, your soul not swayed by inconvenient detours. Wherewith, knowing in contemplated whether, your soul will surely encounter life’s enlightened horizon. Love being, the compass of your heart’s posture; accordingly!

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Motivation’s Sway; Trying!

Tell me, does my heart please you, does my soul speak love’s truth? With all my heart, I’m trying; but a thousand words, fail to tell the tale. Love has a story, but moreover, who gets the glory. With everything within me, myself, yeah I, do; do love you. I am, truly trying, to see you through the lens of my own tainted heart. But yet, I surely bet, over the years, my soul, you must have needed to vet. Do I, oh, does my; love make you feel deeply loved, graceful like a dove? What am I trying to say, the struggle is real, trying to not let life, get between your heart and mine. But nevertheless, I’m trying, keeping focus on planting seeds of love, and not allow its bloom be eaten by life’s indifferent locust. My heart beats, not trying to race, but my soul make haste, my love keep pace. I’m trying, never keep your heart waiting, give love without delay. Why, should my heart ever be presumptuous, think I could ever keep your heart waiting; just because your love, made my own heart skip a beat? Lay your love gently on my heart, listen to my soul; my motivation’s sway. Sincerely you will find, my every heartbeat’s trying, but your deep love so, overwhelms my heart and soul!

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Rhythm of the Light!

The light, the rhythm, the rhyme, cascading sands of time. Beneath electric stars, heavens gaze, divine hue dancing through and true. Every heartbeat, swaying to the rhythm of love’s breathtaking light; knowing, love deeply sways, hum-drum’s rhythmic blues, giving way to love’s symphonic cues. So, moments the soul can’t shake, what rattles, won’t roll off one’s heart; all its symbolic rhythm not seeming fake. In heartache’s wake, breath takes, serenity makes; sorrow’s light quakes. Rhythm of love doesn’t hum and haw, gracefully its light dawns. Some hearts sway right, some sway wrong; tethered to love, everything it touch is a song. Question is, hashtags, hash marks; lines crossed; will you its will, be its light? A change of heart, change of mind, souls swayed by the rhythm of the changing times. Rhythm of seasons, rhyme of reasons, texturized by the light of love’s ornate creason. And if,  friends, your rhythm stumbles, it’s another moment to be humble. Put your best foot forward, to let the rhythm love’s light prove, it will never succumb. The heart’s simplistic percussion, of the soul’s holistic concession. The rhythm of love’s light, its enlightened breadth the sway, illuminating our innermost!

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