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When soft colors of  
the amethyst twilight,  
dance amongst shadows~
swirling through forlorn forests,  
I count sparkling syllables of  
pirouetting peridots,  
looking for metered refrains  
from the emerald empyrean,  
while wondering,  
what am I but a  
speck of astral dust;  
garnet silhouette of  
desert orchid dusk,  
hanging on thin threads  
of lilac-laced lines,  
seeking sanguine  
streaks between  
black and white realms,  
composed with rhythmic reasons,  
that reveal pristine pathways  
to still wander,  
like a soulful sojourner,  
sleepwalking through pilgrims 
perfumed with peace,  
to attain eternal nirvana,  
there, I’ll no longer 
be a wingless bird,
but will soar like a golden eagle,
feathered in fragranced faith,  
and porcelain-tailed promises.

And as the pink pearl moon  
unveils its hyacinth halo,  
I twirl to the tamarind tenors  
of twinkling topaz,  
that fall upon healing hills  
thriving with buttercup bliss,  
below funeral fogs,  
where melanin phases of faces  
lurk in sweltering silence,  
stimulating my quill to release  
pastel pigments of contentment,
like glowing galaxies of gratitude.  

Yet, I am an unfinished poem,  
completely incomplete,  
comfortably rhyme-less,  
misplaced in a melancholic  
meadow of magnolia metaphors,  
too vague for the eye  
that sees not beyond  
my sun-kissed skin.  
While from ethereal verses,  
scattered across  
seraphic spheres, I strive,  
wishing that phrases I weave  
across midnight skies,  
would calm the soundless storms  
beneath lunar-pillowed oceans,  
as this glistening ink on  
the ceremonial canvas  
of life and beyond,  
longs to be the epitaph  
that immortalizes my voice  
amidst ashes and stones,  
skeletons and bones,  
there I’ll slumber with  
light still flowing  
through poetic veins,  
amidst the  
piercing pandemonium  
and turmeric tranquility;  
yin and yang of existence,
I am both, earth and water;
  aura of intuitive seas~
  and cathartic currents
mirroring the crestfallen crescent,
soaked in infinite luminescence 
   from aesthetic lanterns.
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