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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the sky is a sequestered sanctuary, and the clouds croon for sinking star-beams, listen to the euphoric hymns of silence, for seething storms throned beneath rainbow castles shall never obscure the crystalline colors of compassion, amidst thickened fangs of dwelling darkness, constantly trying to seize peacock pigments within violet-blue seas of sequined sentiments… O’ beloved white rose~ perfumed in vanilla love, let not the wolf-spider gaze, mirroring envy within black widow hearts, confuse your diamond vision. It’s just another day, enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise, there the gales of greed looming in ghostly flecks, question the redolence of rivulets behind your veiled vigor. There’s no reason to fear when hope flows and drifts like comets flying as fluttering butterflies across the butterscotch horizon. Remember, when the sage sun seeps into foggy crevices, and deserted dunes speak in ashen accents, their choice of words do not define the rhythm of your seraphic symphony. Your merlot wine spirit is the whimsical wand turning unspoken tales into wildflower wishes. There’s no need for an alchemist nor a sorcerer to concoct spells that rearrange constellations, as your voice swirls in magical mists. You and I, are every last thing we need to conquer the bewitching perimeters we truly deserve. Tonight, when my lids rest upon the dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias, I see that look in your eye. I ponder, is it me that you long for? Am I the unfading ink within your saccharine sonnets? I yearn to be the one you talk about in sweet seclusion. This trembling canvas longs for no other skin to caress the acrylic edges of my aching soul, and I do not need the wind and water beneath whistling willows to write my destiny in green and gold. We don’t need shades of shadows following our intertwined silhouettes, yet I let these metaphors merge with the heat of your passionate presence, as you and I break through the landscapes of grief with mutual attraction like the mulberry rays between the moon and earth..
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