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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A frozen chunk.. his numb heart thumping against the malady of raging menace ears pressed on a twisted loop his wailing scars defy imprudence. Gasping as his skin festers with decaying yellow leaves awaiting his impending doom on snow covered in blood red weapons his drooping eyes imagine his existence bidding farewell to the soldier echoing memories of his beloved rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind smiling faces beginning to dissolve... Oh but what about angels? Wouldn't they caress his last wishes.. How he listens to wretched silence in desolate sounds of trampled twigs.. Envisioning fallacies of resurrection warm his frozen courage he succumbs to an eternal slumber.. ~~~~~ Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy he wakes up at twilight away from the frozen battlefield. The sultry aroma of electric waves twirling to seduce him in azure blaze, his beloved's fingers entwined to trace sandcastles on his palms, an albatross afar orchestrating vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms, dancing flames of haloed stars on a galactic opera in breeze.. His carousel of Cashmere threads is a dream that pulls him away from dark shadows. He walks freely on a tranquil plane immersed in oceans of his symphony, his love gazes in awe of his courage.. Let his soul rest on his soft dreams wavering like stars from heavenly willow, slipping in pirouettes to streams of oblivion he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...
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