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life is an     inconsistent choreographer
   shielded  in stainless symphonies
          composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized      from waning sunsets~
interlaced with cosmic  lilac 
          and lavender dunes
    drenched and drained in      drizzling dews~ 
              of raspberry regrets…
where mists of masked magic 
    pirouette across 
         magnolia skies like ballerinas
lost in the hypnotic melody
                    of this     ephemeral existence...

tonight, I let my     breathless ink
    rest within the    sombre landscape
of suppressed tears    and childhood angst...

I’ve seen hibiscus  heartbeats 
                 of the serene cerulean
while  listening and following 
        the lake of      northern auroras~
twirling above    meadows of misery...
flowing in      hushed harmony
   rippling and rolling … with neglected runes
leaving a trail 
                  of piercing despair…

perhaps jewels of    the night 
    flicker tales     that rhyme with pain
for I am the        voice of raining remorse~
     echoing insomniac refrains on rewind
        pondering… why do the emerald stars
              always shimmer and shift to the
       silken rays of lunar   beams 
              captivating      nocturnal creatures?
why must I feel like a 
             helpless prisoner of darkness?
as if my wings are tainted
        by the truth that remains 
              unwritten       and      unread...

life ….    drowned me
        in scarlet shades    of sorrow
cloaked me    in grief
     yet watched me rise
         amidst the cruel feathers of fate
and reversed cups of destiny
             restrained by the edges of
                 sharpened swords 
emblazoned with blood diamonds 
   and blazing gold   rusted from corpse lullabies~
                           and mindless words….

but I’ve long been chained to the
           inevitable changes
drifting      and          crawling 
in cashmere cadence
to the silhouette
                 of a    mourning moon 
dipped 
          in eucalyptus and peppermint….

maybe these are riddles,
        that weigh too heavy for the
                           minds that refuse to see
what floats beneath  platinum pools
of broken    promises and disappointments
    streaming in crooked streaks 
             aligned with     cursed calligraphies...

yet I still rescript     poems of peace
          with recurring hope glazed in honey
hoping one day  life will be as it is 
             in dreams  where ghosts do not dare to
astral walk in the caramel corridors
      of the celestial  castle of blissfulness
and I will awaken to a realm of
          violet orchids
                    and sun-kissed roses….
let suffering be the real reason
       and love  be the immortal requiem
      as life and it’s 
               fangs can never steal
                            the music and lyrics 
             of a soul singing into the saffron air
     reflecting  seas      of  turquoise tranquility…
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