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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, which once vibrated with indigo streams in sparks of salient storms ~ I soar across melancholic mangroves, fathoming, if I am the forlorn pollen with a crown of ruby dewdrops, flying to those mint-glazed valleys and saving wine sunset-faes from shivering to their nemesis..." Megalomaniac mists of legacy have forever been a strangling silence for the dandelion seeds sown in my saffron soul ~ as I've always been lulled to lachrymose dreams by cacophonous croons that chained me in serpentine seaweeds of starless misery. I wonder, why does the first angel of farewell, sheds her fortnight fins in my sleep ~ still wishing for the chamomile crystals of compassion, above these whiskey weeds of jack frost jasmines...? In the verbena kismet of lost and never found, I walk upon the platinum cobwebs of 'adieus', where forget-me-nots have become my garnet pendants ~ shining across pitch black pupils, that sing wilted sagas in cinnamon voids. I'm not any crimson-eyed doll, dancing on the psychedelic rhythms of your clairvoyant confusions ~ as, I forbid myself to wail any longer upon the sorcery of those blackmagic beacons, that lured me into believing the false ellipses of a sunless eclipse. My parachute of pearls hasn't yet stained with sparkling cinders of mourning anemones, and I still dive in the metallic grape glitters of the fallen moon-daughter ~ for, in the tamed orchard of time, I am found, adhering lemonade feathers to jigsaw jewels, fluttering across citrine fountains of fears, and playing with letters~ as life rides upon spell-casted seahorses and the peony urchins of destiny still long for blossoming buds of laughter... So, as jealousy is thawed and embers of empathy ripple through restless rivulets ~ I'll enclose myself in the wrinkled accent of poetic oysters which know the art of deciphering that diamond dialect, that translates telepathy as the language of spiritual chronicles. Perhaps, if the magical well of manifestations gets silenced by grim hope, I'll float, searching for aquamarine amulets and dreaming everything~ beyond words... becoming a water unicorn, in the heartbeats of mermaid haven where every bewitched gemstone, is rinsed with ardent allies of astral lilies. 'Who am I, if not an amethyst breathing in musk alveoli, flowing through eucalyptus estuaries as an avatar of lavender lifelines...?"
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