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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When heinous fangs of life drain the amethyst glow flowing above infected ripples of time, I question the chaos that claims serenity through saline serenade of sirens, composed with midnight ink across a mazed face of a starless canvas, What if these coastal conch confettis want to skip heartbeats with peridot rhymes inscribed as reefy runes? will the cracking waves of canorous currents synchronize stranded dreams hanging on mellow strings of my cello soul? For decayed dice of destiny rolls to swirl along bruised blue caves of molten bubbles emanating dusted crystal tears from a charcoal oyster throne, bejewelled with broken ballads, as voiceless verses echo angst from ruthless tentacles of poisoned urchins, stinging opalescent scales that once upon a summer sheltered and rinsed pansy green pigmented pain that sketched pantoums with moon-laced refrains illustrating my delicate skies. Breathing in raging hailstorms, I’m a damsel nymph of seven merlot seas, weaving a tapestry of camphorous conscience, flooded with sins of sundrop resins and my truth residing between the liquid-fire rings of white-silk seahorses, galloping and racing into blind aqua-herbs; My life is blanketed in harbor-grey smoke, clasped by eight sharp swords of erratic octopus’s oblivion, Whist being guided by narcissistic nightingale’s malignant sonnets, crisply crushing the ribboned hope which once blossomed like a chartreuse folklore in my aromatic spine and bones. I weep violet blood and inshore tributaries upon marine wildflowers, As I gaze at the ablaze ships, crashing waves and lethally jostling cacophonous cuckoos in the ocean-burial, to be diluted in pastel-blue atoms, as none but comet-chased sea-maidens; my celestial soul carries a naive efflorescent voice of all the leaden hearts, which navigated black-tulip waters of wanton pirates, rephrasing regretful harmonies and covering morose ashes with constellations of unicorn-shells gliding in cranberry curls of sweven tides, surfing towards skyline of forlorn Poseidon. I wonder, if ravishing rays of sunsets, embrace the shimmering shoreline where emerald sea-foam floats as pearlescent picturesque poems, embalmed in ivory stains of yesteryears, whilst we still reminisce the monsoons where crestfallen eagle rays whisper sombre tales to the eyes of humankind, that refuse to speak the language of love and light.
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