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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.- Rumi Tonight, I speak to the moon, lunar verses echoing the piercing lyrics of an aching heart. Its crystal wings softly kiss the sea line in silence, releasing silver ripples of renaissance, while the sun awaits another dahlia dawn, graced by delicate symphonies of fairy-feathered fantasies. Time is a treat ribboned with truth and testaments of melted monsoons, left as souvenirs of the past, on shimmering shores of fragile flowers. I was once a broken ballad, bruised and battered like an ornament left on a haunted island, where every breeze felt like the seething sounds of sirens, awakening demons within my chrysalis psyche, to cloud the horizon painted with pigments of peace. Trust was an ink blot I spilled upon oceans of blue-black pearls, oblivious to the cracks and faded glows of opalescence, for I was a naive target of narcissistic daggers, caressing my skin with pestering perceptions. As I wore my wounds like corsets crocheted with crooked compassion, too eager to embrace wrathful winds~ bursting forth infernal flames, while drenched in the subtle dews of raging rain. If I were to tell the world the person I used to be, could I write without my fingers trembling, without the weakened words of weariness that weighed me down? For I knew not what love was, and I knew not dreams of strength, runes of resilience, or the unbreakable gravity of forgiveness. Yet I rise, beyond faceless ghosts, soaring above nameless streets of pointless thoughts. I am now everything I was not; I am both shadow and light, seeking and waltzing to the music of my own magical fight. So remember, the furs and claws, the water and fire, outlining the garnet~ aura of my ambient existence.
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