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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes when moonlight weeps to sleep, I sit, draped in burning dreams, and beautiful nightmares of moments lost, engraved along the rising of blushing blossoms, within cerulean azure. But shadows fade, as clarity descends upon the ivory beach, adorned in pearls and palm leaves. I await for twilight to sing my heart to the milky-way. I stretch my fingers, to count glistening gems, that shower silver streaks upon my stranded silhouette. And I question the universe, in r i d d l e s and r h y m e s~ what flows within empty spaces between iridescent lines of stars? Would I find traces of footprints that left the face of this earth, where they thrive eternal crests in paradise? Maybe there’s rivulets of jewels with initials of angels residing in blissful musing, in hope-filled reveries, as the cosmic maestros, orchestrate peaceful notes with ethereal keys of faith, In a choir for celestial requiems, to heal the grieving mind that t i m e couldn’t mend. I saw it rained a rainbow with frozen memories through my glass window.. and I remembered how I’ve always felt closer to you in astral realms, whilst soaked in galactic light. So tonight, I whisper, prayers in poetic prose, hoping you’ll feel my tears, from the highest halcyon haven. Even death can never kill a dreamer, that bears memories, and relives them through classical sonatas. Maybe this is how a poet reminisces, heartbeats in h e a v e n…
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