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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The moon dances on lonely nights, to astral beams of the clear quartz milky way~ I lay in an olive meadow designed in fragrant promises, hidden between thorns and thistles disguised as fields of ferns. Inhaling life, exhaling pain, as the Universe unravels a cosmic shadow that follows hail storms brewing in my mind. Whilst Vanilla butterfly snowflakes swirl in solitude through dark December nights, drizzling shooting stars upon my poetic heart. reminding me that there’s always pastel colored sunsets waiting to smear forsaken skies in feigned wishes and mistletoe kisses, that last as long as inconsistent seasonal hollow gusts, thawing glaciers on icy tips of my fragile fingers, with fleeting flames quilting lilac lavenders into a blanket of happiness. But weary winds can pierce through the strongest of roots, and I always knew I was on my own~ an empress without an emperor in an empire of raging tempests. Although, nightingales sing soothing serenades, oblivious to the sinister sun that lacks empathy, enshrouding my grieving spine with scorching thick threads of electric heat, feeding life above the emerald waves of time, there’s no antidote left in my empty sphere of familiar faces, with frosty chivalrous smiles, I’ve walked through frozen miles, cloaked in sparkling silence, where hopes and faith died, like ephemeral colors of northern lights, within the tilted stage of my tainted black and white soul, releasing a wounded sigh. So, don’t question my invisible wand with pixie-dust, that wipes away every murky cloud, enveloped in hazy unjust; I deserve more than this pantomime of pretend, of decayed trust, where wooded trees stand empty, with rosy lies scribbled in blood, from envious pens and sharpened nails, full of ferocious fire on forgotten trunks..
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