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Collaborative Seeds, collaboration with the Silent One
Love is like fragile wings. romance an illusion of moonlight delusions. I recall when summer skies hypnotised, in the pleasure of your pleasing presence, I used to gaze at the doves of love above, admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes. Revealing the tempress inside you, our butterfly hearts used to flutter, watching our shy shadows dance, to the rhythm of brave waves of hope. Tribulations of time led to a decay within our garden, as poisoned poetic petals, drowned in a wild river of roses. Now we are like a destitute of wildflowers, our souls resembling moths of shame. There is a sadness in silence, when there is confusion in communication. Tongues remain oppressed in misunderstanding. When candlelight caresses no longer feel the same, as misplaced moments begin to untame. Songs of passion we sang for us, escape as anthems of selfish games. Should we muster dry conversations? Neglect our flower garden in this storm? Within wilting vines where weeping willows hide, it's a crime that the crying crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours. Specks of cosmic dusts refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams, when time becomes a nightmare ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet. I've lost and found you in diversified seasons, as winds of evanescence curl empty promises into pearly shells. Every poetic phrase you’ve place in my borderline mind, no longer hydrates this glassy oyster heart - will I forever remain confined within restrained walls? Perhaps this is just another beginning of an ever-glowing end. Painted in restless nights from subtle strokes, of forgotten devotion felt like forbidden nostalgia, beckoning monotonous forlorn silhouettes to depart. The last star shines and bleeds broken hopes in dwindling wraiths upon love gliding within trifling shadows. For, sometimes feelings wane like ephemeral phases of moon-bows that seize every lingering last light of life, unveiling tides of change to wriggle into thin fogs of grey. Yet your clarity is forever framed as timeless souvenirs, designed as fine aesthetic art colouring me with affection. Forgive me, but I will perpetually plant loyal seeds, so our collaborations continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
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