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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death; to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath only to resurrect you again, because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany. The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to winters long overdue. Take me to some place new, yet still lingers with the scent of timeless truths. Can you whisper epigrams in my ears yet still retain your sunflower youth? And can such a place even exist ... where I am me and you are you. Is this dream of ours only a selfish wish? Where our heart's desires will never transpire, but only take cues from Lazarus, coming into our own like lilac lust. I am told there is a beautiful gate that leads to this tomb of ancient bloom. Will you let me nourish this timid trust and receive this skeleton key that dreams of wearing skin - and if not now, of this would-be genesis ... when? Please don't tease with someday soon, but let these tumblers unhinge like zealous zephyr. I know it will be all that you asked. I know it will be, for my soul spoke so earnestly: give it a chance. So won't you carve upon this granite heart that longs for the easy rain of your embrace. Etch upon these alabaster walls with love's italic hand, the seven lettered splendor known unabashedly as FREEDOM. Let it be the only thing the angels care to dream, when imagining eternity. Let none atone the only thing set in stone. Written February 15th, 2016. Entered in the contest A Tomb of Ancient Bloom hosted by Justin Bordner. Chosen Poem of the Day on February 17th, 2016 Placed First
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