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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required " Perhaps, life is just a disaster wrapped in fairy-glow fragments ~ shimmering with stars of death... " O' beloved moment of time, take me where I belong, in the henna haze of scentless leaves draped in doves of lotus, I'll whimsically walk in your vivacious veins... I am d r o w n i n g O' dear foe of faith, let me float beneath the shadow ~ where phoenix meadows don't yet reap of poisonous pixies... I am d i v i n g O' my ivy moonrise, perhaps, I'm a torn feather oscillating in the notes of sirens and sealust ~ aching to be an archangelic snare and dying to blossom in the devil's care... O' champagne tendrils of vineyard, I'll be the ruffle of a rippling rose wrinkled by winter, cradled in a roulette of remorse ~ I am f a d i n g... When the mist of tears waltzes in the eyes and there's nothing more for the muted thunders to conceal, I hope to swathe myself in the charcoal lake of lightening ~ that pierces those midnight moonflowers, and their wavering murmurs breathe merciless secrets across pearl-ivory patterns, where the Satan once painted his grief... For, I nevermore wished to be a scarecrow studded with obsidians, midst treacherous tunes of tulips ~ that feigned to be the most eloquent facade of fuchsia frantics, stung by sly honeybees in the cape of saviours. Maybe, my words have engraved me as a mythical alphabet, across the alabaster rain of sunsets ~ as I no longer feel caressed by the songs of seashells, that once scribbled sagas of twinkling trust upon marigold sands. I ache for the aerial cosmic dust to soak in my lungs and filter me with orchid fragrances ~ which had abandoned the aurelian aroma of budding butterflies from flying to the sun in my heart... Seasoned by haunted honeysuckles, I try to fathom, if everything is separated from the end by a fickle yarn of golden eclipse ~ that yearns to tangle in heather hallucinations of happiness. In the realm of silver linings, can I be a long lost labyrinth forsaken by Eurydice, where sorcery shapes me as the bloodthirst of Orpheus' stars... ? Clenching on the clandestine heatwaves of yesteryear longings, I am swelled up with a million unseen moons ~ swirling within the periwinkle fog of fireflies. Nevertheless, there I surf... as the last sailor of memories, b r e a t h i n g in that forlorn ode of sapphires, which got lost in the salts of time...
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