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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I woke up to the soft marigold melodies of whistling waves, reverberating in turquoise tunes, stirring the sleeping sunrise within my soul, while the hermit crabs, soaked in salty sand, creep along the ivory shores at a slow pace, too eager to find a faulty ray from my honeyed horizon. Yet I refused to allow the crawling crustaceans to obscure the serene scenes unfolding in shades of teal zeal beneath azure spheres, for I am the metaphorical mermaid, weaving aquatic anthems, awaiting the crystalline calling from the warm arms of an oceanic heart. I remember walking on colorful clouds, tiptoeing my way to the psychedelic gates of seraphic realms, oblivious to the hibiscus haven thriving in tropical fruitfulness. Perhaps the flavors of twilight cocktails were blended with trippy ingredients, untying ribboned skies to unveil a kaleidoscopic staircase to untouched bliss, where no breathing footprints can blemish the pearlescent purity of an exotic paradise. There, in the rhyme-less roots of palm trees, you’ll find my inked dreams, kissing the cinnamon sun, unfurling herbs of seasoned sanguinity, a singing siesta soothing ruffled crests rippling with topaz tranquility along celestial currents. This is me turning perfumed pages of my grounded reality; a picturesque painting sketched in the amethyst arena of my sixth chakra, and I will forever remain in this island of romanticism, collecting conch shells, writing poetry with evergreen stems, and floating weed, a lyrical hideaway, without scarred flowers envious of the sapphires I knit in ceremonial silence. If tomorrow, there is no sailing catamaran to steer your lusterless shadows, here upon porcelain dunes, forgive my need to strive in sweet seclusion, I am no longer strayed on ruthless routes that lack emerald empathy and camellia compassion.
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