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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Floating in the flash flood of divesting dissonance pervasive, I see a verdant valley carved out within the entity of lonesome me, drifting away with the desolate sigh, displaced from the stratum of sound of the converging cacophony loud. I dream attached to the unanchored mind. In the precinct of pristine sprawling thicket, I wander on the curved contours of life, as the spreading sunlight of prime promise bursts with multihued magnificence on the calm canopy with golden beams. The leaves sparkle with spectrum of splendor, create the converging shadow of silence, where I get consumed by calmness. In the embracing breeze rippling enticed, the beguiled boughs dance in harmony, make a mystique motif enwrapping me. Within the light and shadow lattice, with the sunray strands the foliage weaves for me the tapestry of ecstasy. It performs the kaleidoscopic show of joy for my dreams to be embellished. With the forlorn life lumbering across the amber wanton wilderness, I’ve to take a lone journey unknown. From the cool cradle of the copse I’ll garner the silhouetted grandeur of its emerald sheen in the shadow. In my mind I’ll strive to stow its opulence, create in my pallid heart a jade meadow. Walking the last mile of the journey in the remaining hours of my day, shimmering with the fading twilight blush, I long for respite for the last time, step into the waiting woods once again, where the dying sunlight glows, and see my dreams return enwrapped within lengthening shadow of sunlit memory.
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