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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the moon unwraps electric rays, reflecting honey-gold roses from Freyja’s chariot, emanating spellbinding jewels merging with magical dreamcatchers, I see the scatterings of fairy forests~ veiled with archaic, rusted runes, lost in the tunes of forgotten time, while this heart hears the kaleidoscopic supernovas’ serenade~ silent songs of my faded skyline, to the galactic gardenias engraved with graceful longing… “O beloved breeze cover my aching silhouette with crème brûlée crystals, caramelized with clemency. Here in the midst of darkness amethysts glide amongst lunar-kissed pages of twin souls~ unraveling a poetic canopy of pillow-shaped clouds, interlaced with everlasting elixirs. For I stretch my fingers to caress the air that whirls above my cinnamon skin, oblivious to the distance between my glistening ink and your platinum paper, as sacred springs flow in sync to the cosmic rivers of immortal romance, from a different era, adorned with saffron synonyms, where love is a lake, healing all the bruises~ once caused by the brutal battles from the sinister sun, burning fragile flowers swaying in seclusion…” Now I refuse to rewind to the poison that blemished~ pining peonies in my once-written paradise, and I refuse to waltz back through the same searing storms that caged my spirit… I wish I were the dove hovering above the final dahlia in your midnight garden, blooming beneath the wind that witnessed how I lost my sanity, when life trapped me in trials of fears, unspoken and unheard. Tonight I call the raven’s wing to sprinkle ashes of deceased demons, and ignite a copper lantern that soars across the~ sea of swinging sapphires, while angels listen to the tears that tore my titanium psyche. Yet I will move another mountain, catch another fallen citrine, breathe amidst the toxic turbulences. Maybe I just want to feel the urge of an unbreakable devotion. I want to hear the whispers cruising~ across oceans of peacock pearls, as I am not the woman with green eyes, coiled in serpentine lies, nor am I an angel, wearing a hyacinth halo. I am just a wanderer worshiping love, like a stolen Valentine, from another world, another Universe, only in the blackness of splitting seconds would these words be my armor.
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