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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the glacial sun slips in softened womb of the scarlet spheres at dusk, yearning for hibernal rebirth as a lustrous morning star, it radiates golden beams like lakes of sunshine, flowing over chiming starlit bells in our hazy haven; and I scrap frosted flakes off the bittersweet pamphlets that whisper our names in the misty winds of 'Us'. Calming the coalesced chaos within my infernal pulses, his warmth drapes this enchanted soul with daffodil- smudged days of hot cocoa amidst a wintry wonderland. If I could bloom like an arctic afterglow's heart on bare alpine trees, I would only choose him to be my daylight- perfumed violet scent, evermore. I can never stroll away from the shimmering silverine memory, when my muse's trust breathed hailstorm's poesy in my solstitial lungs and kissed the fractals of a bruised poet's spirit. Dreaming of yuletide, I achingly yearn to become the silken apricity of those soft lyrics that swing in his thundersnow thoughts and frostbitten flesh, re-writing the jaggery saga of twin-sanguine-lovers in beige brushstrokes of foggy 'We'. Sometimes, I forsake to surrender and ask for a peaceful nod from the 'Lord of Soulmates', can I be the honeysuckle ink for my beloved's watercolor feather, always nurturing the snowy twists of our tale within fate's untold wisdom? When I desire to wander in black-iced myths of insatiable agony, will he become my bejeweled healer and fight off those sombre silhouettes of Jack Frost's saudade, like a samurai? For, I take him as the gift of my last wish, forever inhaling the chilly secrets of our lantern- lives in my subconscious visions, that keep me alive upon crestfallen sleets of intuitive icicles; I want to live forever, in his pearly eyes' abode, which coruscates with glossy lustre of fireflies and makes me flutter my hiemal white wings like a spellbound fairy in grey-orchid sonatas.
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