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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I gaze beyond the sky of sapphires, waiting for a spark of sailing light, listening to the balmy breeze~ they kiss the rays of silver, with tales of my eclipsed past. Maybe tonight dandelion wind will dance in sync~ to sunset kayaks cruising through wounded waves, shimmering amidst tear-stained dunes… I lean on the seething sea of seven sisters, to rewrite my destiny~ learning from flawed art within my aching heart. But am I the one at fault? or were you the reason we fought? I question the twirling time, passing through hues of forest haze. Was the blame in broken melodies~ strung from frail strings of my antique guitar? Maybe, somewhere down the lane of finding myself, I lost our rhythm, trying to fine-tune symphonies of frozen love. Now I’m gliding towards the moonlight away from the soulless midnight, to reach a cosy shore where I can knit quilted patterns, unraveling a place that feels like home. As I’ve been searching for an island that has no lifelines of faded vows, so I’m running from the limelight; ice green footprints, following me and our musical memories, like sinister silhouettes. I never thought that you were the one, I always knew I was the throned queen of darkness. Who will it be next, to rescript this tattooed misery? Maybe, a poet with an acrylic quill softer than the air I breathe. Now I’m gliding towards the moonlight away from the soulless midnight, to rise above the silence. I still hope that I’ll waltz through a sphere where warmth of faith flickers in colors of honeyed hope, and home will no longer be an illusion, etched on dusky feathers of diamond dreamcatchers. Someday, hourglass pearls will fall in shades of this poem I’ve woven in starry ink~ this is the unfinished story of You and I.
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