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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi Upon my quest for quintessence. I was an amorist, positive in poetic philosophies. Elysian and empyrean effigies, enlightened in an ephemeral existence. Life a fragile garland festooned with a frangipani fragrance, meandered in meadows of melodies, a mouthpiece to a frivolous flute but gone are lucent lusory lullabies. I turned to the ballad of birds. Dulcet desires dreamed of diamond drops, dulcifluous, dulciloquent and diaphanous. Delusions led to an interpretation of illicit illusions. I became a metaphor for afflicted adjectives. Mimesis mind became brittle and barren, aphonic and amort - a crestfallen conscious. A wild wallflower in an orchard of opal orchids, slowly decomposing - in silent semblance clocks won't stop for sojourners of the soul.. I searched for footprints left behind, upon porcelain seraphic shores, but knavish kismet lay lamenting, disconsolate upon a distant island, manifesting murmurations of a maleficent maelstrom monsoon. My life was once a razzmatazz of reflections gold, ivory and bronze, but now silver sighs slither, releasing a soft susurrus, as once sapphire sylphlike skies are now vermillion and violet visions. Haematic horizons close the gates to heaven, yet in my ruins, I know there is fortune, as I polish my mirror of misfortune, hoping it glows in canorous colours.
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