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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
           fathoming, if I am the forlorn pollen
    with a crown of ruby dewdrops, 
               flying to those mint-glazed valleys 
     and saving wine sunset-faes   
            from shivering to their nemesis..."

Megalomaniac mists of legacy
have forever been a strangling silence 
for the dandelion seeds 
sown in my saffron soul ~ 
as I've always been lulled to 
lachrymose dreams by 
cacophonous croons that chained me 
in serpentine seaweeds of starless misery. 
I wonder, 
why does the first angel of farewell, 
sheds her fortnight fins in my sleep ~
still wishing for the 
chamomile crystals of compassion, 
above these whiskey weeds 
of jack frost jasmines...? 

In the verbena kismet of lost and never found, 
I walk upon the platinum cobwebs of 'adieus', 
where forget-me-nots
have become my garnet pendants ~
shining across pitch black pupils, 
that sing wilted sagas in cinnamon voids. 

I'm not any crimson-eyed doll, 
dancing on the psychedelic rhythms 
of your clairvoyant confusions ~ 
as, I forbid myself to wail any longer 
upon the sorcery of those blackmagic beacons, 
that lured me into believing
the false ellipses of a sunless eclipse. 

My parachute of pearls 
hasn't yet stained with 
sparkling cinders of mourning anemones, 
and I still dive 
in the metallic grape glitters
of the fallen moon-daughter ~ 
for, in the tamed orchard of time, 
I am found, adhering lemonade feathers 
to jigsaw jewels, 
fluttering across citrine fountains of fears,
and playing with letters~
as life rides upon spell-casted seahorses
and the peony urchins of destiny
still long for blossoming buds of laughter...

So, as jealousy is thawed
and embers of empathy
ripple through restless rivulets ~
I'll enclose myself in
the wrinkled accent of poetic oysters
which know the art
of deciphering that diamond dialect,
that translates telepathy
as the language of spiritual chronicles.

Perhaps,
if the magical well of manifestations
gets silenced by grim hope,
I'll float, searching for aquamarine amulets
and dreaming everything~
beyond words...
becoming a water unicorn,
in the heartbeats of mermaid haven
where every bewitched gemstone,
is rinsed with ardent allies of astral lilies.

'Who am I,
  if not an amethyst breathing in musk alveoli,
flowing through eucalyptus estuaries
    as an avatar of lavender lifelines...?"
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