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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Autumn will forever be the season of death to me, but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past. Memories of ghosts will always lead me to the stars, as everything we love fades away eventually, like shells lost in a forgotten coral reef - but in every pain there is a lesson. As I watch the last icicle of winter drip away, I eagerly anticipate the return of the butterflies. To float softly in orange, indigo and ivory, gifting kisses to elliptical tulips and narcissistic daffodils. I remember whilst killing time, wayward winds of winter swept away the name time forgot. I wandered bewildered where the paths have no name, drifting into a world of depleted ideologies. Boredom led me to an entity of virtual hypocrisy. Where many self confessed queens sat upon phony thrones, claiming self declared, self obsessed sovereignty. Demented demons and Devil's disciples, destroying the wonderment of words, I felt fatigued from false pretences and virtual vultures. Until an unhappy confused and cloaked chocolate geisha, gifted me the sincerity of her intimate inkless quill. Replacing bleeding tears, she bled alliterations, expressing her once hidden heartbeats from paradise. Her vocabulary of vivid visions left me with breathless sighs. An unpredictable poetic phenomenon, with a volcanic mind, harmonious heart. Was I even a poet before her presence gave me life? There are no superheroes in poetry, but I ponder if Romeo did not die, would he have created a poetic garden for Juliet? My muse is a flower garden, loyal to the core, enchanting in evergreen picturesque petals, spreading lilies and lilacs in barren meadows, because in the darkest night you are the light. Silent One 21 March 2022
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