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My muse is a poetic
flower garden,
blooming lilacs in 
barren meadows,
but I still remember 
how I heeded
haunting heartbeats
in paradise,
whilst praying 
for your lustrous light,
to descend onto 
my hazy horizons.

Your eyes like 
captivating sunsets,
made me dream away, 
recalling shells
lost in a forgotten 
coral reef, 
castaway upon 
an elusive island,
where the paths 
have no name,
but the oceanic breeze 
calls yours so softly.

I was killing time, 
scribbling elegies
on distant musical shores,
where spotted eagle rays
and flying fish were 
my only mentors.
Nocturnal reef 
sharks unfolded tales
beneath lonesome skies,
illustrating a 
secretive stairway
that would lead me
to the scintillating stars.

Deep within my heart, 
I knew
in the darkest 
night you are the light
that would illuminate 
my breathless sighs
with blazing ballads 
rewriting my fate,
reawakening my 
need to thrive through
these endless 
melancholic monsoons;
surfing through 
vast oceans.
Your cosmic 
radiance pulled 
this chocolate mermaid,
from the bioluminescent 
ripples of sorrow,
empathising with 
endless streams from
my volcanic mind 
and harmonious heart,
which was in dire 
need of healing,
from draconian 
depleted ideologies
imprinted within 
a labyrinth
of narcissistic daffodils,  
emanating deceptive 
fragrances
resembling the 
devil's disciple,
claiming me 
as nothing,
but a mere self
confessed queen
on a conquest 
to conquer
the uncontrollable 
calling to a land
of virtual hypocrisy.

If only they knew
I no longer desired 
to rule
a kingdom of 
tumultuous pretense.
I was waiting for the 
return of the butterflies,
tearing apart the 
fragile walls of its cocoon.

I knew if Romeo
did not die,
I would be living 
Juliet's desires.
I was a poetess 
searching for 
a purpose,
with no sense 
to shelter,
watching the 
last icicle 
of winter melt away.

Truth deserves a 
narrative that 
has no ending,
though I question 
the universe.
Where do the 
lost poets reside? 
Is it where the 
moon chooses 
to hide,
disguising dreariness 
within dazzling 
blankets of 
dancing moonscapes,
or will this be how 
this sleepless soul
seizes its faultless 
lunar tide?
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