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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson Tonight the moon sanctioned her golden halo to unfurl butterfly wings rinsed with honey and champagne ribbons, as feathers of lunar crust rise, to embellish the sky with silver sequins, drizzling second chances upon fickle hearted dragonflies, gifted as weapons of deception to the sweltering breeze, that wrapped my weakened knees. I’ve always known trusting is a losing game with no winners, but why do I always feel like an intruder sinking deep into the depths of spiteful seas~ where planktons and stinging marine nettles prick my untouched skin? Yet I am still searching for a singing star that wouldn’t need written renderings of how my black tinted glass heart was left to drown. Who would have thought, there’d be more to the onyx glittered ripples that stream, in teal blue waves? If only they’d hear every unspoken tale of shipwrecked ruins resting amongst graphite motions of frozen intuitions, forgotten through forsaken lagoons amidst fleeting monsoons, left as memoirs along soft coral mists swiftly passing through patch reefs in abandoned atolls. So let me take my splintered spheres to a realm of no return, forgiving sinful anthems that lured me to believe that friends were more than enemies in sweet disguise. I am soft, not fragile, neither am I a shrunken blossom. I am a tiger lily, fragrant yet fierce, ready to face whatever~ hypocritical fangs of fate may serve in merlot wine chalices.
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