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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I've always wandered in venus' orbs, searching for the star-seed of my spirit that has forsaken it spiritual sanguinary and caged every fluorescent flicker in a sculptured sanctuary of materialistic metamorphosis. Wondering - what am I, in the camouflaging shades of conscience which streak abstract hues of ambiguity. Are we mere seraphims of flesh and bones? Or, are we just polished pawns of pirouetting lies? What are we, If not a twisted repercussion of our maple musings, amongst amber desires that burn in an eternal flame? Don't we coruscate somewhere above magenta bubbles of dawns and dusks, that float upon creamy eyelids of earth - embraced in the chic arms of honeycomb sun. I believe, I'm a champagne breeze, fluttering in citrine shine, like the fall of last bronze leaf, floating on chiffon sheath of sakura lake and striving to fight off the silence that surges within those stormy swirls of glacial ripples, like a swordless samurai. I've been aching to shred every toxic sepal that poisoned each lush petal of newborn buds, who used to fruition from crystal cotyledons. Their thoughts were tinted with fickle thistles, ebbing upon decaying beliefs, shattering in streams of saturnine wails. I am, but a mosaic of Mona Lisa, not carved by any nectar of gold-acrylics, by flawless fingers, of a philosophical artist, but blended in abstract terracotta textures of silverine soul chakras. Our mantra is like those roseate rivulets within aqua amulets, who keep gushing against tawny tapestries, glowing with passion and desiring to reach towards those orchestrating oceans. So, when the strawberry scents of sandstone tulips have rotten and my apricot angst smears burnt orange wildfires across pear orchards, where canaries chirp in mellow melodies of sorrow, I'll hold life's butterflies close to my crescent-cores, forever remembering ~ "I'm a butterscotch sunflower, yearning to rise like pink-quartz-ash, in salty sunglow of summery sonata, when ochre drops entwine and twirl, with my scorched lifeline..." "Who am I, if every evanescent end and beginnings of a million yesteryears breathe in me?" ~ We're the 'coeur de lumière précieuse', - a magick that never fades, ~ as our inner child, still smiles...
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