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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the final glimpse of the sun leads into an everlasting spectacle of twinkling dreams, peeking through turmeric traces of an amber aftermath, I listen to the nesting nightingales croon nostalgic lullabies, and search for a celestial ray that would illustrate, the beginning of butterflies within my glass heart. When twilight is just a mere mirage in the distance of my destitute mind, and tune of your laughter reverberates in rhapsodic refrain; a raspy rhythm ringing through rustic breeze, whilst the whistling wind waves to the dandelions dancing to your delicate drumbeats, scintillating stars fall upon our silhouettes, scattering pieces of who I once used to be- within pulsating flesh and bones, before I felt the warmth of your cosmic whispers. Now initials of your amethyst song is the penultimate prefix to my path of healing, where sentimental sighs between us, unveil wordless smiles electrifying a classical crescendo; awaiting beneath instrumental wings. I count the flickering jewels, splattered across nocturnal night-skies, questioning if this is another start of a weary winter? or is this just a seasonal distraction, intoxicating my procrastinating pen, or is your voice a heaven-sent elixir, to soothe the satanic seas evaporating black salt- drizzling toxic rain, upon my porcelain choir, synchronizing a symphony of soulmates destined to reunite and rewrite a roseate rendezvous. Maybe, fate reignited to align the emerald glow between you and I, Maybe, I’ve long been a wanderer, on a quest to reach the rainbow swirls above your musky garden, where background music is the poetry woven from your cryptic ink. You’ll always remain the last maestro in my carnival of chaos, amidst the loudness of screeching demons chattering within every darkest sheet of dreary December.
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