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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If truth had a color, when twilight bleeds burgundy rivers, you’ll find these garnet eyes pleading to be heard through poetic sunsets. For I’ve been swirling and twirling through nomadic illusions, like a goddess of thunder with a tiger spirit, never letting go of the history of hurt, left by the unkind mind of inhumane humankind- which throbs deeper than the sharpest thorns in peacock feathers, that I’ve danced to - in flawless frequencies amongst abstracts of an architect. If truth had a tune, It would be too ferocious to be unraveled, the kind of fire that dares to burn, the hellish tombs of terror, constantly pushing every contrasting dream to be feasted upon satan’s last supper, painting every salvage sunrise, with strokes of petrichor scent dipped in astral rain-dreams. As I’ve been the queen of the night, longing to soar across the horizon where unconfined eagles and golden dragonflies, shall tranquilize this publicized heart caged as a motionless mannequin in a glass mansion. If truth was covered in furry skin, to glaze skeletons veiled beneath crooning clouds, it would be the beginning of an unstoppable ending, of an immeasurable brokenness resting as irreversible numbness. As I’ve seen storms brewing bruises through seas of sorrow, amidst illusory lakes of rose quartz, streaming down emerald hills, hiding the grotesque kingdom of fragmented gates. But what if truth never was a matter, as it’s all but mere myth floating along golden ripples in a pool of sentimental stars. What if truth was once a maiden in distress? What if truth was once a shadow in search of light? What if truth was a fool hoping to be dressed in dancing dandelions? what if truth is what has got this onyx heart on fire? Perhaps, truth lays in the arms of a clock, waiting for it’s turn to make time stop, when lovers destined to meet, rebuild chess of life in ruins, as footsteps on glistening glaciers reveal the secrets left by snow angels leading us back to an unbreakable moon affair.
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