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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: April 10, 2024, For Constance la France Contest Rumi Quote: "Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As twilight slumps, shadows start to creep. My eyelids collapse—I tumble asleep. My soul dances amid labyrinth of despair, Yielding hidden spots in boundless glare. I'll behold you—poised with grace, A vast vision void by time embrace. Captured is midnight sky, Aphorism of shadows—enigmas reply. O moon of lovers, restore her stead, Grant me this single whim instead. She will remain in my embrace forever, Without shedding these aloof sobs ever. She watches patiently, in stillness, I can sense she's poised—in nearness. Amid endless maze, she idly awaits, Beneath the moon of zest gates. We'd waltz through the night, Let our love blossom and sway. Now, I behold a mere dream in sight, I compel you, dear, to sail back to me today. As the sun sets, I gently close my eyes. I'll descry you sitting there in disguise, Ensnared within the depths of sky. I will utter my prayer with a gentle sigh. Wouldn't that be ambrosial? Would you? Tonight, fetch my beloved home. Oh, celestial orb, lend me her view. Time slips away with the fading gnome.
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