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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: January 06, 2024 ______________________________________ Shimmering swaths of cerulean sea ionize comely light purple-tinged sand strewn with tattered shells during low tide, summon imperial thrones, tartly lovely youth amid sparkling Tyrian swells, whilst peering solace amid vibrant splendor of landscape, as serene slopes and lucid pleas prevail, I wait with ebbed breath for an ethereal grace to ignite a spark of hope. We haven't touched yet, we're just syncing over ariose love song, as warm rain and clouds—bow "Salut d'amour", violins string opalescent tones that rise and fall in pitch, as a link to ink an iridescent origami doodle of a jewel-lit song, summer nights of ochre acrylics—a plethora of fairy flickers and fireflies amid a flurry of filigree, to inveigle her into playing. We draw on our kinship as we float freely, over crestfallen ocean a pen swayed in time, with an Elysian rim on my horizon, I whirl my love whims and swirl the walnut wood in disconsolate loops, In a spice grist mill sprinkles to spice my life. Keys and gaunt codes to demure this dalliance served with Mirabelle tart and for the sake of Muscat, as the breeze tickles those are my shutters I fantasize about lying, over her fastidious breast as empyreal lee of a sun-kissed knoll, should she ever grasp my hand and our lips converge, in an esoteric way would we fit snugly? as a dovetail joint in unison, or would we plummet? to our deaths in shattered light? 8th place contest winner
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