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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Mother, You are my heartbeat and I'm your lifeline, we both are 'one', as an inseparable hue of purity, smeared upon the sacrosanct lotus..." As you cradle those sleepless stars, swirling in my insomniac flurry ink, lulling me to honeydew-soaked slumber and letting these unicorn-lights twinkle within every pearlescent pulse, my heart flies across gentle wonderlands of fairy-knitted dreams, believing in seraphic miracles. Although, I may have been drenched in cavernous bloodstorms and my heart bleeds russet hail, but, you will always heal my hauntings with your calendula-glazed peridot symphonies, forever shielding my saffron innocence within your womb of compassion, soft like creamy cotton, and periwinkle-rosy flickers of love. I've been blessed with the crimson-gold warmth of a motherly sunflower, amidst this cold autumnal rain of bitter flakes and spiced leaves. You are my white-lotus-winged mermaid, a featherless angel, and this watercolor child will always draw peony-incensed gardens, carrying the fruity fragrance of maternal croons. This lifetime will incessantly echo with nascent harp's harmonies, of a daffodil- daughter's melody for her spring- scented mother, for, it's the only rare truth, that has been revealed amongst onyx blades, scattered across these vulturous skies. I never dream to fathom those lavender beaches of snowy sonnets, without the cashmere caress of your sheen cinnamon shawl, that gives me relief from aching frostbites, rewarded by this wistful world, immersed in apathy. I forevermore wish to be that last 'princess petal', that remains eternally etched to the selfless nurturing of your pinkish throne.
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