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    I'm white  s m o k e ,
a silhouette of titanium wings,
tethered to the snowy flesh of a flawless dandelion,
whose skin still remembers ~ 
the thawing of winter from its glass-cut edges,
and how its rainbow seeds
flew into the egalitarian ends of the ethereal ether...
 birthing ballerinas of butterfly glaciers ~
twirling with tears,
            warm and sacred,
            silken and serene,
   pulsating peace ~
 in opalescent orchards of pink orchid patience...

If there's a paradise
for sombre saplings ~
sweet and pure,
to cherish their innocence
in a galaxy
of grape-glistening globes,
I shall long
to be a spiritual swan ~
spreading my
fairy-jewelled feathers
across those jasmine mists,
where angels shed their
ageless anecdotes,
smearing every solemn soul
with soft sparks
of spruce and saffron,
concocting catharsis
 through these
chartreuse crystals
of celestial constellations,
slowly crawling out of those
thistle-thin shadows ~
and breathing conscience
in the gemstone garlands
of glossy greens...

I shall bask in the glow
of crepuscular croons, 
where the skylines
kiss the seadust ~
saturating in Selene salts
of silence and solitude,
as moments
gush in stillness ~
and I remain halted,
in the heartbeat of fireflies,
swimming ~
in their molten gold glimmers,
like an alchemist
alliterating aesthetically
with brushstrokes of beliefs ~
flowing in acrylic rivulets,
           for, I'm a sakura sigh
                  swinging ~ 
          upon guava glittered arcs
             of my april moon,
         singing sherbet soliloquys
               to those who still yearn to hear
                  the raw rhythm of Mona Lisa,
           caged in the kismet colours
                               of a cosmic mural... 

O' dear deities of eden,
I'm a devotee,
'the seventh heart of the heavens' ~
swinging in sweven sonatas of holy harps,
and dancing with drowsy citrines...
  as sunbeams lather guardian branches,
  adhering l i f e on leaflets ~
       engraved with alphabets of affection,
    ivory initials of intuition,
 and metaphors of meditation
and I wish... 
the wind recognises me... heals me...
as a prayer, unsung yet heard, 
  in the echoes of a diamond diadem, 
        once dazzling upon the goddess of dawn ~
waltzing through whispers
 of ultraviolet wildflowers
as I dream, ascending to the rosy zen
           and then
 f  a  l  l 
          gracefully
                         in His 
                                 karmic  e m b r a c e ...
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