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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required " Pardon me, if my soul has been p a i n t e d , with a lavender lake of solemnity, but, I'll f o r e v e r be a soulful siren, navigating midst neon s e a f o a m s , and sculpting an origami of honesty ~ like the archangels of heavenly faith " When the 'Swans of Sun' sing in a soft echo, behind silvery beams of oceanic clouds, I always become a winter's twilight, that misses those subtle hues of silky spring, as bittersweet stars tremble and fall upon my misty eyelids, like ruby jewels, scattered with jasmine scents and falling on glass-tulips. My story is more than speckles of glittery stardust, for, you shall hear the heartbeats of harp, breathing within me, and unfurling upon lotus layers of harmony, knitted by an eternal shine. Perhaps, ice crystals floating on puddles of sunrays, too search for a purpose, and compel life to chase that rusting light, escaping from crackles of lead skies. I wonder, is my sakura moon, a sea of pomegranate promises, dipped in maple scars? Perhaps, my muse is forbidding me, and my paper kingdom of sage and saffron, shall be soaked in a scarlet sanctuary of aching phrases ~ arching beyond aqua ashes of brokenness. There, my heart is crowned on a bleeding rose, as a 'spirit of rosemary runes', when its tears trace the luscious lips of petals, laced with secrets, unseen. I'll always narrate these tangible tales to red robins, describing how a dynasty of dreams kept burning inside my poetic flames, carving vermillion silhouettes across pastel pages, where healing will be sketched, like a rhymeless perfume and the immortal dove will rest upon a pearly crown of snow-white hibiscus.
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