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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the apologetic sun melts in hibiscus vase of pastel-peach horizons and peels off those pristine pigments of egoistic elegance, sailing upon aquamarine foam of vanilla waves ~ where dignity unveils a clemency within catharsis, I dare to surrender towards the pink-teal blends of calm dusks and smoky seas, bleeding in hurtful hues. But, what if, those luscious dandelions never wished to embrace life's lessons, laced with lush embroidery of martyred trust and carved a lethal language of revenge, instead? How can a carmine heart twirl in velvety remembrances, emerging out of a ebony whirlwind, when closure's oasis has never quenched the scentless thirsts of those satiric stars, desiring to inhale ebullient empathy? If forgiveness was a spring's daisy, I would blend its distilled fragrance in the flourishing essence of truths and nurture every mulberry seedling with nectarine nourishment of nascent purity. Maybe, my soul would accept my sincerity, if I confront these tears and cleanse the dialect of pain that still flows in tropical streams of endless estuaries upon black hyacinth beds. As long as cacophony surfs on the waves of angst, honesty will never be able to scintillate in the silver strings of tides, which yearn to weave shimmering peace with watercolor yarns. So, when I ascend from this earthling's ash, and take a plunge to fly beyond the seventh heaven, I don't seek to envision my harlequin feathers camouflaging to crystals of copper, and whispering in my compelled fall in hellish valleys, where I would be echoed as the 'Princess of Remorse'. I wish to be a primrose of compassion, not for those juxtaposed sunsets, embalmed in loveless lustre that conjure every glamour of the last sunshine, but for my own serenading tuscan rays that want to steal each precious heartbeat of healing, trailed by whimsical wisdom in its fading fervency. "For those, who may unfurl, an eclipsed dazzle of regret ~ let ephemeral euphony sing in evening-ripples of lemonade lakes, as, in embers we shall float, towards tomorrow's tangerine serenade"
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