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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Trembling heavy eyelids drifting down, To the beat of an epic, a soothing sound. The night has demanded its stay in ebony echoes, casting a thunderous storm amidst the mystery of midnight. This again? Yes, yes, it’s true, the rain will drown even you. Soft spoken statements sit silently in my mind, I’ve dreamt of you in your youth, from a time long behind. Long before we’ve met and long before you knew life to exist. Long before your brooding stare turned to a hurried kiss. My lips stood still, they did but shiver and against my will, my thoughts then quivered. Your glance was quite brief, it shook in shock then looked away. That was it! I was left, despaired, dismayed. Another dream proceeded, like a hallucination of shiny ice, a beautiful allusion of a poem. In this ethereal world, ghosts haunt on crooked advice. There in the midst of gloom, a fair beautiful woman cried crystals through the doom of lost love and time. I tried to console her with words, yet my tongue fumbled and the sound became a mere chime of a rolling rumble. Her eyes were blank, she did not blink from the sky she drank and dissolved, I think. Night after nebulous night, when the consciousness is at rest darkness prevails my sight and challenges reality to the test. If I shall never see you again, perhaps the time shall one day cease, upon a poet’s mournful lament, in your stare, I will release. I shall let it be known, like the sway of a gypsy’s hip, the dancer with her preciseness, the sensual turn of her lip. She knows she’s entrancing as her soft body is dancing to the men eagerly glancing at the exotic beauty advancing... beauty is biased.
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