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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required seasons keep m o v i n g and s w i r l i n g memories keep f l o w i n g and s h i f t i n g through pillowy puffs of w h i r l i n g wind carrying singing s u n s e t s wrapped in saffron strings like dragonfly wings paragliding above Himalayan hills facing the Universe as the Goddess of the azure.. and I listen to the sky w h i s p e r curvy crystalline c a r o l s in l e a f y cadence… will forgiving the frosted stars allow d a h l i a dreams in her soul to soar amongst magnetic moon -bows in hope Is destiny constantly p o u r i n g grains of t i m e like s h o o t i n g gemstones, frenziedly f l i c k e r i n g like citrine quartz, sprinkling f e l i c i t y along the intricate labyrinth of unrequited dreams? she looks beyond the o n y x sky questioning the spiced s i l e n c e of thistle t r u t h is she nothing but a speck of dust in the absence of the magnolia moon? his voice is beyond the scopes of her hands to branch through. But like emerald-peacock butterflies in search of perfumed elixir she was captivated by his saccharine symphonies. she knew her glacéd nectars were more than p o i s o n to the velvety bees without honeyed tunes, and the galaxy of chaos, floating within her lobelia eyes, was like electrifying l i g h t n i n g. there’s never a spring where her love can f r e e l y s w a y like v i o l e t wisteria b l o w i n g in the wildflower w i n d will she ever be the only floral leaf- poetically pirouetting to gusty breezes, synchronized in rainbow rhapsodies. there’s no soil to cultivate bronze seeds of f o r s a k e n flowers, in his orchard of delicate orchids, that deserves more than rain to illuminate golden gates, insulating pansies in puddles, preserving frozen r e f l e c t i o n s like fuchsia fog across a field of “forget me nots” that forgets to fill lovers hearts with musky incense, whilst d r i f t i n g away into a distinctive dimension, dressed in daisy wraps, dipped in chocolate cosmos, around honeysuckle hues. maybe her severed sepals were meant to reside as an e b o n y stain on a porcelain hibiscus~ within his heart.. as unruly tales u n r a v e l oppressed tears of a thorn were burdens of night flower buds, whilst the lunar light befalls upon lyrical lawns of love, amidst red lilies lost in the macabre mist of changes.. when weeping willows w e e p she hopes to be the only rune in his rose reverie, like the g l o w i n g sun within musical eyes of J u l i e t~ awaiting R o m e o …
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