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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When life parades a fine line between alienation and rationality, internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights. In my dreams I'm playing charades with the grim reaper. surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits. Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls, as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun, when a jealous mercenary moon manipulates murkiness. Sometimes, all I have is my shadow and me, but it abandons me in times of darkness, leaving me at the mercy of nature's invisible imitations. Behind forgotten frozen gates of winter, static stars have shunned black hearted skies, refusing to flicker in their metallic beams. I've become a nemesis to the empathy of the elements, personifying mimicking, miming onyx coated raindrops, sprinkling dust storms with freckled shades of crimson. Destiny drifts in wayward winds towards contrasting crossroads, hoping for soothing golden arms of dawn to uncloak defrosting hearts with rainbow rays of gleaming light. If the universe reversed its selfless role, would some still be lost chasing clusters within silhouettes of a waning crescent, graphically illustrating illusions whilst crystal gazing? Beyond where our fingers can sketch reality. ignorance is consumed in our own bubbles filled with hollowness, reluctant to see the weariness of the grey winged nebula. Symphony of seasons are temporary like emotions. Harmony harbours in harvesting heirloom roses, among gossamer meadows of compassionate butterflies. Colours of Earth's fabric never falter in a cocoon mind resembling an eclipse's ebony and ivory tones.
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