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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.” ~ Robert Frost I'm an echo of the salient sea, weeping in cascading embers that cautiously creep through vintage and vine shadows of a velveteen spirit. Swept by the corrupt assonance of graphite seafoam, I float in obsidian lullabies hummed by the translucent tides, along darkling dawns of crepuscular daydreams. Beautifully blackened in gold-ochre beams of the paper sun, wishfully I wither amidst pale thistles of decaying dusks as mellow rays melt in ice-blue vapours of camphor oceans. My heart is a severed garden, strolling as an illusive memory in perpetual plains of misted ache and rotten apple-skinned reminiscences. Laced as a serene embroidery of turquoise chrysanthemum weeds in chocolate veins of marshmallow coffin, I rise akin cinnabar smog upon cactus-valleys, For, I'm as elegant as those shiny fuchsia stars studded along coral-peacock lawns, yearning to kiss the ebony silhouette of crystal-coal midnight. Will His sapphire fortune envelop this graceful ghost's etheree-like shadows in an emerald-maroon sheath of pastel herbs and heal every cell, tangled in cobwebs of confusion, within shrieking seconds of flaked hours?
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