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yesterday is a collection
of photographic memories
tomorrow a whirlpool of
                                 uncertainties

I'm a faded image
in this island of healing
trying to control life,
but helpless against 
ambrosial aura of death

in an existence of 
                         'what ifs'
was I bad, 
good,
or just ugly

my father told me to 
not show emotions, but,
today in momentary thoughts,
I have the urge to breathe poetry,
pondering modern metaphors,
analogies free from the irony of
oxymoron's of night and day,
how moonstones in artless skies
could compose singing sunsets 
hidden behind ash clouds

life may not love me tomorrow,
                                             yet I know the sky is mine

when the violin keeps playing
in midst of musical melancholy
and the pianist bleeds
on ivory keys I'm
torn between prophecies
and philosophies, where 
scriptures and scholars
cannot ease these
vapours of sorrow,
as they tell me it's 
all been said before,
but I still want to 
find the perfect words
to reveal my imperfect 
poetic scars,
                  even if it's the last time

it's my amethyst armour,
this ink reveals derelict dreams,
that once walked under
waterfall chandeliers,
and I'm still scribbling
these simple musings,
despite the scorn,
cracks of my heart
and the wounds
from daggers dug
deep into my flesh,
by those who offered
an olive branch or
                         tried to tame my soul

among so many friendly 
faces, I feel so alone,
but still I smile, if 
you knew my heart,
shaped like a pearl,
you would learn
it only wants to illuminate,
even in the toughest trials,
as adversity has always
made my mirror stronger,
so you cannot
                    defeat me

I am an eagle that soars
above the storm, I am
rain to my cherished flowers,
sunlight to cold hearts,
a lamp in darkness,
my silence is my 
shield against torment,
so why should I
                      be afraid

in the new dawn
poets will still write,
musicians will still sing
and if this was my 
last message,
even at the point of no return,
I'll keep hope in a treasure
with silver ribbons wrapped
around golden dreams,
because the music will never stop,
glowing in sun-streaked serenades
and in its glistening stillness
I'll whisper a farewell in 
warm garnet shades
                              stolen from a rainbow

tomorrow you won't be there,
so, I'll live for today
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