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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When my heart could no longer illuminate, I gazed towards horizons shrouded in blurry blackness, revealing the agony of my sorrows to the moon. Wondering if it would gift me a beloved that reflects within my heart like an effervescent lamp. One that would recognise my voice, leading me to my dream world. Suddenly a jewel from the sky descended like sunset. I followed its path of sparkling stardust upon malachite meadows, so I could have a glimpse of this unseen artistry. I will never forget the first time she called my name, nor the tingling sensations of an abundance of internal butterflies. There she was, an untouched treasure. Was she the one to endow me with pleasure? Her precious persona enticed my sullen demeanour, as it beamed like a billion streetlights, reminding me of an unfinished song, where the silence in between heartbeats was her name - the last lyric to an omitted chorus. Sapphire skies reappeared bringing back absent sunshine, Its radiant rays glowing upon her shadow. Her eyes dazzled like bronze gems. Her ruby red lips revealed a smile brighter than a million pearls. Her golden locks of hair glistened, gently blowing in the aura of her magnificence. I'll never forget the first time she cried, her diamond tears trickled upon my chest, like little stars glittering in her gloom, concluding our unwritten poem, memorised within the backstreets of our minds. I can still savour the taste in my mouth - She said her mascara was waterproof, yet it's engraved within my soul like an eternal tattoo. The Silent One 21 February 2022
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