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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the peacock-sage waves of whimsical peace faded in silence's pale watercolors, I masked my eerie eyelashes, with drifting angel-mist smog. For, I sensed the wistful wailings of ambrosial lilies, encased in my heart's crystal casket, as wistful wildfire of hatred incinerated my wildflower-wonderings and life's trepidations exiled this bohemian buttercup in time's abstract moors. I've forever wondered, if sugarplum snow upon these luscious lies will ever hum the harmonized secrets of a soulful swan within me, who yearns to transcend in these tamarind tunes of liberty - within a pearly birdsong. Since many sienna centuries, carmine tears of beasty roses have been aching to carve an escape from the candlelit cracks of this Ice Queen's heart. Waltzing through woeful destiny's sinful deceit, the enchanted witch blanketed within my wine nightmares, seeks to surrender towards a tender transmutation and cleanse every harlequin heartbeat of my tinseled copper-soul with a heavenly touch of gold. For, am I nothing but a citrine cacophony of a crestfallen hummingbird, who sheds her last fluffy feather as the moon hints a melancholic hymn at midnight? Can I ever be more than just a bleeding silhouette of sin? Perhaps, my alchemical magenta muse has orchestrated a mahogany soliloquy upon those sentimental stars and revealed those pristine turquoise truths - that twilight conceals. The eclipsed glow of victimised sun too aches for a miraculous metamorphosis, that could paint every bougainvillea's burn with empathetic elegies. So, tomorrow, when I wake up, with ego shorn and dignity stirred with blasphemous scarlets, boundaries blurred as lethal logic blends with naive allure of love, I don't desire to dream of letting my skin melt in eucalyptus embers. Instead, I hope to embrace this jeweled journey ~ of dark and dreams, of agony and allure, of melancholy and magick, of remorse and rendezvous, of hoax and hearts, of death and life; ~ where each forlorn feeling dazzles like a breathing moonflower of 'Joie De Vivre'... Perhaps, when those aesthetic estuaries flowing in pastel phrases from the honeydew abode, shall streak glitters of wisdom across the palette of my dawning lifeline, I will swirl in meaningful tapestries of metaphors, stained with pigments of those divine hues - which define my seraphic soul.
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