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My eyes cry for fuschia glimmer on indigo waves again, but all I see are haunting hues of black sequin glittered epitaphs; reflections of hollow clouds enveloping cold air; building tension within my heavy heart. I am surfing alone, watching the life of iron-grey cotton bows swerve in cashmere cadence, whilst wiping away smudged remnants of shallow tears, wishing that I could obscure pain with poetic phrases, inked in cyan liquid, as I weave charismatic colors of sunrise, perfumed with redolence of roses, to feel the heat, as poetry spills potions of sagacious thoughts onto the saline canvas of stolen sapphire dreams. But there in the labyrinth of an ice-green lagoon, I’ve built a castle beneath pellucid salt waters, a warm home where every mysterious metaphor written for the honey-winged moon turns into crystal clear rhymes, sewn from a blistering poem of the ocean, resting within a glistening glass bottle, awaiting to be read and spoken. So, today I’ll swim through aesthetic torrents of torment, Listen to the rhythmic tunes of raging tides within trembling silence, as elements of truth eventually resurface from the depths of turquoise topaz, to set on the porcelain horizon where shorelines shimmer from mulberry shells and tantalizing tulips twirling beneath twinkling twilight, for faith resides in the arms of starry skies. Someday, you’ll see past the crimson curtain of faux carnations that clipped these paper wings into shapes of broken lines.

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Arms of starry Skies

My eyes cry for fuschia glimmer on indigo waves again, but all I see are haunting hues of black sequin glittered epitaphs; reflections of hollow clouds enveloping cold air; building tension within my heavy heart. I am surfing alone, watching the life of iron-grey cotton bows swerve in cashmere cadence, whilst wiping away smudged remnants of shallow tears, wishing that I could obscure pain with poetic phrases, inked in cyan liquid, as I weave charismatic colors of sunrise, perfumed with redolence of roses, to feel the heat, as poetry spills potions of sagacious thoughts onto the saline canvas of stolen sapphire dreams. But there in the labyrinth of an ice-green lagoon, I’ve built a castle beneath pellucid salt waters, a warm home where every mysterious metaphor written for the honey-winged moon turns into crystal clear rhymes, sewn from a blistering poem of the ocean, resting within a glistening glass bottle, awaiting to be read and spoken. So, today I’ll swim through aesthetic torrents of torment, Listen to the rhythmic tunes of raging tides within trembling silence, as elements of truth eventually resurface from the depths of turquoise topaz, to set on the porcelain horizon where shorelines shimmer from mulberry shells and tantalizing tulips twirling beneath twinkling twilight, for faith resides in the arms of starry skies. Someday, you’ll see past the crimson curtain of faux carnations that clipped these paper wings into shapes of broken lines.