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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Like a shooting s t a r, plunging from lunar fields of lavenders, to touch the aqua a b y s s a l, I f i d d l e away my c o l o s s a l fears, letting go of all that one h a d in trusts and t r y s t s, thereby, surrendering to the ' Soul of the Seven Seas ', flowing like v e l v e t beneath the 'Ship of Dreams' " I've been a miridical monet of elegance, fading along those husky honours of a mademoiselle, who twirls in a ballet within glassy snow globe. Maybe, I've always worn a tiara of thorns and thistles, like Lilith ~ cruising through this vetiver voyage, across cactus kingdoms where the 'Gods Of Wind' slice my essence in every strife. This Atlantic ocean shall home my secrecies and serenity, which I knitted within teal seafoams, conversing with crystal nymphs and fountain-fairies, residing in the Picasso moors of bizarre brushstrokes. Shedding all the sins in fate's sinking sanctuary that will sing in a forlorn ode, I wonder, would my fingers prick like poison into the marine peace, placed on the pedestal of solemn solitude, making it bleed, evermore? This Amphitrite never unfurled in cherry kismets like a rose blossoming in dawning riverscapes ~ forevermore yearning to feel the warmth of love's oath, in Poseidon's palace, hence, I shall enclose my soul in opal oysters, crowned on a freezing bed of snow, foreseeing my rebirth as a 'Hope Pearl', that never rusts away. In an Icy affair of the champagne moon and milky waves, as we chase salts of survival, I will feel the kiss of spring's warmth, if my cherished ones, escape these unforgettable titanium tints of the Titanic, that shall erase their wishes and faith in a time-reversal, skipping beyond the throbbing turbulence of this tragedy. I was never afraid of becoming a kin of death, but as the last drop of wine spills, making a soft crackle in the kohl sleet, a horror crawls upon my spirit, for, those familiar faces succumbing to their unwanted demise, shall haunt me, in speckles of 'fare thee well'. Wrapping Aurora Borealis around my palm, I will take a dip in silky s e a w a t e r s and let my r u i n s blend with frozen white a s h, where this throat e c h o e s sirens, when the 'Heart of the Ocean' shimmers and never remains an u n h e a r d cacophony...
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