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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Timeless trust, trapped in Selene's pendant, pulsates purity and faith across cosmic threads, when furry hues tiptoe, upon freezing auroras and saplings of healing, surrender their silence to aging darkness..." As ebony dew ensnares beyond roseate rains and drizzles like honey in dandelion mists, sprinkling haze, across those spruce tributaries of pristine pines, I crawl with a cape of snow, beneath pearly phases of precipice, in the satin embrace of the 'Winter Queen'. Playing with weeds and thorns, my wanderlust amidst intuitions, clasps hope beyond these fickling echoes of misty hourglass. During this solstice, I ride upon my diamond broomstick, surfing across oceanic horizons, and hiding beneath those creamy folds of chiffon clouds, that curtain fated conclusions of my cynical confusions. Destiny has forever whirled fortune in an unfathomable wheel of mysterious merry-go-rounds, wherein, sterling faith streaks lightning, brewing solar storms in the cauldron of life and I whisper those polar hymns of fragranced fog, splattered as blue lipstick stains along slaty dawns. Slaying galactic goblins with my sword of icicles, I have knitted elegant eclipses, from the avalanche of hydrangea ashes, flowing across estuaries of wine tulips towards those gothic vaults, that bleed in white chocolate hurricanes of hunted heartbeats. Maybe, I'm a forsaken prayer, that escapes humble lips and melts upon hateful hailstones, strolling in brisks, slumbering within bohemian valleys, that veil their essence in insightful vanilla rays. Or perhaps, I'm a silent tear, oozing from soft crackles within this haunted 'Heart of Ice', throbbing with solemn sagas in the arctic breaths of Himalayan lilies. As I cradle seas of skies in my palms and stretch my fingers, dipped in golden warmth of the hibernated sun, invisible to my naive eyes, I ponder, will this frost-flake evermore unfurl as an elite ode of dark fantasy? Can the aching of my infernal skin, ever be soothed by inhaling those myrrh scents of the first spring? So, when the 'Goddess of Spirit' sighs, in an oath knitted upon oaks of glacial infatuation, my frozen nirvana quivers, and I seek to steal solace, that shall baptise my bronze conscience, with the star-spun aura of divinity.
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