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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When soft colors of the amethyst twilight, dance amongst shadows~ swirling through forlorn forests, I count sparkling syllables of pirouetting peridots, looking for metered refrains from the emerald empyrean, while wondering, what am I but a speck of astral dust; garnet silhouette of desert orchid dusk, hanging on thin threads of lilac-laced lines, seeking sanguine streaks between black and white realms, composed with rhythmic reasons, that reveal pristine pathways to still wander, like a soulful sojourner, sleepwalking through pilgrims perfumed with peace, to attain eternal nirvana, there, I’ll no longer be a wingless bird, but will soar like a golden eagle, feathered in fragranced faith, and porcelain-tailed promises. And as the pink pearl moon unveils its hyacinth halo, I twirl to the tamarind tenors of twinkling topaz, that fall upon healing hills thriving with buttercup bliss, below funeral fogs, where melanin phases of faces lurk in sweltering silence, stimulating my quill to release pastel pigments of contentment, like glowing galaxies of gratitude. Yet, I am an unfinished poem, completely incomplete, comfortably rhyme-less, misplaced in a melancholic meadow of magnolia metaphors, too vague for the eye that sees not beyond my sun-kissed skin. While from ethereal verses, scattered across seraphic spheres, I strive, wishing that phrases I weave across midnight skies, would calm the soundless storms beneath lunar-pillowed oceans, as this glistening ink on the ceremonial canvas of life and beyond, longs to be the epitaph that immortalizes my voice amidst ashes and stones, skeletons and bones, there I’ll slumber with light still flowing through poetic veins, amidst the piercing pandemonium and turmeric tranquility; yin and yang of existence, I am both, earth and water; aura of intuitive seas~ and cathartic currents mirroring the crestfallen crescent, soaked in infinite luminescence from aesthetic lanterns.
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