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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "We can't ever fathom, when the ceasing flicker of hope flutters away, and escapes to an endless forest; the only charm in this spellbound life is, to chase that scarred saffron second and hue it with our own enchanting light..." As the fiddling crescent basks in this reborn moonrise, I slowly blanket my soul with shivering sighs of frozen stars, as they trickle down my lungs and echo a scentless spring, where oceans yearn to feel the kiss of floral zephyrs, tickling their turquoise sirens. Perhaps, I was once a lifeless snowdrop, a stygian silhouette of midnight which wrapped those neon skies, as black ice melted in cores, when pain became my melancholic soulmate and no philosopher's stone could turn this solemn melody, into sapphire ruins of remedy. Since my spirit has hibernated in this crystal castle - I've been waltzing in a wondering, did my eyes loose their dazzle and become mere colourless dots of an oil pastel portrait, as this quill turned vengeful for its own spirit? Did I break my own heart, by watering the macabre of miracles? Fading in marigold mangroves that whisper to my delicate muse, I feel the breaths of mirthful wingbeats, ricocheting and making me swoon over a pedestal of pure sunrays. Have I always been this alive, where these pulses, reverberating in my chestnut skin, could wake me up from the crestfallen slumber? Now, as these topaz horizons unfold their golden carpet, embroidered with velvet peonies and silk carnations, I slowly bloom, with a princess-cloak of fluffy feathered petals, resting upon the crown of emerald leaves, bathed in chic chocolaty lakes, as, ~ an empyrean lotus. So, reminisce me evermore, as an imperfect lyric of a dusky peach pixie, leaving footprints of faith in a muddy reverie, for, on the bluebell crest of lush earth, reigns this rosy Cleopatra, rhyming with jeweled perfumes of tomorrow.
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