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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Listen to the shifting winds carrying musical meteors, there soars floating letters between lyrical lines, emanating runes that reflect revolving rhymes of faith within and beyond. For we are more than just spectators or actors, in this theatrical life, we are the assigned maestros of God orchestrating joy, through strings of interconnected instruments. In the midst of reality, when chaos knock on the glass doors of our thoughts, we unchain celestial portals, switching off scorpion-skinned sagas scattered along scorching hems of rainless deserts, to slumber within warm arms of intuitions, allowing eagle feathers dipped in lotus water to caress fragile psyche. Yet through roses-tinted lens of seasonal changes, we see greener blades of willows in yesterday, and smell roses sweeter than jasmines. While consciousness unveils glistening gardens, where trees stand taller. But to see the roots rushing with twinkling truth, should we let raspberry rain to cleanse foggy mists clouding our sight? As it is in darkness we find flickering fairy-lights guiding our third-eye to stroll in dual dimension, an astral realm, where spring-falls are the mirror to the heart of storms, there we wear an amethyst armor carved with seraphic hieroglyphics, from the holy manuscript that unravels a road to waltzing beneath aquamarine auroras, sprinkling ribboned bliss upon a home where hope is the blooming fragrance, curtained with dancing dreamcatchers. So remember, to connect with celestial rays to refocus and shift the last light within our anxious mind, as voices echo in rustic refrains, shackling inner-peace, while perspectives and rolls reversed, we’ll walk out of the closet that suffocates us, allowing karmic kismet to clothe us in divine jewels from cosmically connected comets. Perhaps, we are daydreamers, dressed in daffodils and dahlias, soul searching like wanderers on the quest of finding an alchemist within, to devise a mystical plan. As we’ve seen places that were never walked upon, where sands of life left footprints in the chakras of our soul, like emerald skies of déjà vu. Let this be us weaving whimsical tales within skin and bones, etched in sage for the eyes that place labels of lies on our cloak of solace. When mind drifts to an enchanting land, where the moon never phases while time turns fickle. This is the eternal escape from reality, a hydrangea hideaway, away from hills of hypocrisy.
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