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seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n g 
and s h i f t i n g
through pillowy puffs 
of  w h i r l i n g wind 
carrying
 singing s u n s e t s
wrapped in saffron strings
like dragonfly wings paragliding
above Himalayan hills 
facing the Universe
as the Goddess of the azure..
 and I listen to the 
 sky w h i s p e r
 curvy crystalline c a r o l s
      in l e a f y cadence…
     
will forgiving the frosted stars
allow d a h l i a dreams
in her soul to soar
amongst magnetic 
moon -bows in hope

Is destiny constantly 
     p o u r i n g 
grains of t i m e
            like
s h o o t i n g gemstones, 
frenziedly f l i c k e r i n g 
like citrine quartz,
sprinkling f e l i c i t y
along the 
intricate labyrinth 
of 
unrequited dreams?  

she looks beyond
the o n y x sky 
questioning the 
spiced s i l e n c e of 
      thistle t r u t h
is she nothing 
but a speck of
dust in the 
absence of the 
magnolia moon?

his voice is 
beyond the scopes 
of her hands
to branch through.
But like emerald-peacock 
     butterflies
in search of 
 perfumed elixir
she was captivated
by his saccharine 
          symphonies. 
 she knew
her glacéd nectars 
were more than p o i s o n
to the velvety bees
   without 
honeyed tunes,
and the galaxy of chaos,
   floating within 
her lobelia eyes,
          was like 
electrifying l i g h t n i n g.

there’s never 
a spring where
her love 
can   f r e e l y 
                 s w a y 
like v i o l e t wisteria 
        b l o w i n g
             in 
      the wildflower w i n d

will she ever
be the only
 floral leaf-
poetically pirouetting
to gusty breezes, 
synchronized in
       rainbow rhapsodies.

there’s no 
  soil to cultivate
      bronze seeds
of f o r s a k e n flowers,
 in his orchard of 
delicate orchids,
   that deserves more than rain
 to illuminate golden gates,
             insulating 
 pansies in puddles,
              preserving 
 frozen r e f l e c t i o n s
           like fuchsia fog 
             across a field
         of “forget me nots” 
       that forgets
to fill lovers hearts with
           musky incense, 
    whilst d r i f t i n g
away
    into a
distinctive 
     dimension,
dressed in daisy wraps,
dipped in chocolate cosmos,
around honeysuckle hues. 

maybe her 
severed sepals 
were meant to reside 
as an 
e b o n y stain 
      on a
porcelain hibiscus~
within his heart..
as unruly tales u n r a v e l
oppressed tears 
           of a thorn
were burdens of
night flower buds, 
whilst the lunar 
light befalls 
upon
   lyrical lawns of love,
amidst red lilies
lost in the 
 macabre mist 
     of changes..
when weeping 
    willows w e e p
she hopes 
 to be 
    the only 
rune in his 
       rose reverie,
like the g l o w i n g sun
within musical eyes 
of J u l i e t~
awaiting R o m e o …
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