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To shivering seas 
   mirroring cracked crystals,
I am searching for a righteous rhyme,
to orchestrate eclipsed realms 
with blue orchids 
      and plum blossoms,
singing sunflower symphonies 
of blooming poetry, 
wishing darkness
   would be a distant memory. 

If only I could change the tunes
                         of diabolical dialects, 
and swipe away twisted tendrils,
       veiling your vision from embracing 
the colors of nature that 
          unfold diamond dreams. 
Perhaps, then the vicious 
      voices echoing within your mind,
would turn into a chorus
           of euphonious euphoria. 

But I’m still standing at 
the cusp of withering muteness, 
staring at the same 
             sun and moon, 
watching wildflower 
           wishes  marinate 
                   in the aftermath of 
            paralyzed insignificance.

For I can read the unspoken 
                 tales of tainted tears,
like suppressed reflections
of scriptures untold~
floating beneath 
      honey-glazed smiles,
as hope has long 
 been a featherless lie, 
wrapped in false promises of 
golden sunsets that seems
like a cynical tactic,
to drown healing heartbeats
       in demonic drumrolls. 

Today, as the light fades,
I slowly caress 
      the raining truth,
wishing I could 
    change bitter breezes, 
and seed periwinkle dreams
               with perfumed prose.

Perhaps then the sky would 
unravel an eternal 
garden of amethyst butterflies, 
where mental health illness
is nothing but a familiar myth;
folklore woven 
in fragmented negligence.

Although I’ve seen too many 
hearts grieving,
tethered to scattered 
      ashes of emotional impurities, 
pondering if life is 
meant to be a 
     meaningless marathon,
with no perfect finishing line, 
       as you run, merely content,
and breathless, 
lingering within shadowed 
         shackles of society,
seeking a reason to exist,
     without illusive masquerades, 
where stars are seen 
      crooning chaos 
of reality in cold refrains.

Tomorrow, when I’m gone,
     away from this nebulous albatross,
remember my displaced dialogues,
       these are words of a dreamer,
dressed in dainty daffodils,
      wishing for ivory specks of clemency~
to rise above the nefarious imagery, 
painted artfully by the 
      heinous hands of calamities. 

      
  In every sickness, there’s a remedy,
             and health does reveal 
                            roseate revelations, 
      kinetically swerving 
          through hydrated hymns 
                               of peace lilies, 
                   engraved as shimmering 
           serenity within one’s soul and mind.
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