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When nature wilts into a colorless haven, metaphors of death sprout from timeless roots~ easing through relentless gales of grief. Like the lulling of nocturnal nightingales, nestled in nests of hibernating serenades.. Life is a p o e m framed in f l o a t i n g memories~ hung behind a vintage scarf of vanilla f l a s h b a c k s Every rhyme swiftly evaporates into paper-cut sunsets, while the first flake of frost resembles the depth of grief we home~ divine light of the creator seeps in amidst mourning rainbows, comforting the greying dawn dressed with seasonal s i l e n c e I am a sunken s e a lily drifting along a glacial lake of lament, finding solace in faith that flickers through sapphires~ scattered as a glimmer of hope across arctic skies… And when the last ray of gold wanes into a hushed slumber, my onyx ink bleeds coral lines in glows of gloaming, chasing bed-shaped clouds that purge mauve mists upon porcelain fields, cloaked in crystal clear tears of yesterday’s chaos. I hear sullen symphonies echoing from the sandalwood essence of death, composed in refined refrains across rhythmic ruffles of wintry rivers. Sometimes, moon-soaked memoirs enclasped in silver credence, reflect the final embrace with familiar fragrances, like souvenirs of l o s s while time keeps ticking within a snow-globe of frozen heartbeats, flaming colors of change keep cruising through the seascape of misery. But, between the bittersweet blizzards of fragmented dreams, I find peace, in the aftermath of heavy rainfalls. The euphonious tune of nature, has a way of reminding all that which breathes, that a winter slumber, is an eternal ethereal plan, to reunite spirits in a seraphic sanctuary above doleful darkness that suffocates blistered skin of wounded willows. So tonight, as diamond flurries come s w i r l i n g through the wispy wind, let these ice-melting letters t w i r l before funeral carols, waltzing to the whirlwinds of demise, as an evergreen epitaph engraved on the tombstones of tomorrow. For, I will wrap trembling torment in a cosmic blanket of baptized bliss, stitched with leafy remnants from weathered gardens.

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Season of Silence

When nature wilts into a colorless haven, metaphors of death sprout from timeless roots~ easing through relentless gales of grief. Like the lulling of nocturnal nightingales, nestled in nests of hibernating serenades.. Life is a p o e m framed in f l o a t i n g memories~ hung behind a vintage scarf of vanilla f l a s h b a c k s Every rhyme swiftly evaporates into paper-cut sunsets, while the first flake of frost resembles the depth of grief we home~ divine light of the creator seeps in amidst mourning rainbows, comforting the greying dawn dressed with seasonal s i l e n c e I am a sunken s e a lily drifting along a glacial lake of lament, finding solace in faith that flickers through sapphires~ scattered as a glimmer of hope across arctic skies… And when the last ray of gold wanes into a hushed slumber, my onyx ink bleeds coral lines in glows of gloaming, chasing bed-shaped clouds that purge mauve mists upon porcelain fields, cloaked in crystal clear tears of yesterday’s chaos. I hear sullen symphonies echoing from the sandalwood essence of death, composed in refined refrains across rhythmic ruffles of wintry rivers. Sometimes, moon-soaked memoirs enclasped in silver credence, reflect the final embrace with familiar fragrances, like souvenirs of l o s s while time keeps ticking within a snow-globe of frozen heartbeats, flaming colors of change keep cruising through the seascape of misery. But, between the bittersweet blizzards of fragmented dreams, I find peace, in the aftermath of heavy rainfalls. The euphonious tune of nature, has a way of reminding all that which breathes, that a winter slumber, is an eternal ethereal plan, to reunite spirits in a seraphic sanctuary above doleful darkness that suffocates blistered skin of wounded willows. So tonight, as diamond flurries come s w i r l i n g through the wispy wind, let these ice-melting letters t w i r l before funeral carols, waltzing to the whirlwinds of demise, as an evergreen epitaph engraved on the tombstones of tomorrow. For, I will wrap trembling torment in a cosmic blanket of baptized bliss, stitched with leafy remnants from weathered gardens.