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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the sky weeps in periwinkle petals of multicolored roses, rinsed in lemons, and lavender, the poet within me releases a bougainvillea bouquet of unfiltered gratitude, swaying to the celestial duet orchestrated by the angel of raindrops, adorned in braided wildflower crowns and windswept wishes, echoing dulcet melodies rendered in whimsical accents. I ponder, if tears had a tune, would it be the sound of drizzling dewdrops? Would you then feel the pain I carry, veiled in smoky silence? Or would I forever be the silhouette cloaked in fogs of charcoal confusion, too dark to be deciphered by the fragmented eyes that eulogize all that sparkles and glows? But when stained sunflowers swirl beneath starless spheres, scattering seeds of sorrow to cultivate a garland of grief, puddled with poignant poems, I remain throned, as the goddess of black rain, riddled with cosmic rituals, sprinkling kaleidoscopic dust upon forsaken fields, while listening to the drifting leaflets in crisp air, pleading for the demise of my unfaltering faith, oblivious to the truth that I fear not mists of melancholy. I surf through surging seas, unafraid of twirling torrents and blazing tides, piercingly striking shimmering sapphires floating in deafening despair. There in the abyss of obscurities, I’m nestled within restlessness, in rooted resilience, like a perplexed paradox weaving crippled odes to the sun that longs to rise and sail, splashing hues of cinnamon clemency. Tonight, I’m counting crooning comets, amidst quivering hailstones, dancing in cataclysmic rhythm above, to find my home within an island of daphne dreams and singing seashells. For I hear the flaming flowers in their solitary stillness serenade rain rhapsodies, to awaken the petrichor soul of heavy horizons, wrapped in stringed milky-quartz beads, bursting forth blooming tomorrows, illuminated by chamomile water, concocted from charismatic spring falls… Yet I think of us, engrossed in umbrella moments, Cupid too envied this symphony of romance where love conquered all, and grief but a blurred memory, in sunlit souvenirs of yesterday.
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