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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the sun hangs low by scarlet-threaded silk, you'll find my soul waltzing in the womb of woodland like a viking warrior, where I'm rooted ~ beyond decaying diamonds, as life unfolds a watercolor symphony falling from the canopy of chrysanthemums, and I am more than those soft-blooded sins, surfing across satanic stars, still aching to be cherished by azure-butterfly auroras ~ where the angels shed their skin. Hear me in the heathers of a hummingbird, as it tiptoes and leaves lilac footprints upon the origami-thin crescent, unfolding ambrosial sonatas upon honey-kissed keys of paradise... Feel me floating as the last filament of dust, consumed by remorseful rust ~ where my wings have been forsaken by featherless birds of the peacock moon, and I am torn between, those celestial scents within citrus love, which choreograph a divine lust for peace... Sense me in embellished elixirs, where the custard clemency of cessation melts every feral twilight ~ and scribbles savannah hues of tangerine rhapsody throbbing in the hearts of those, misunderstood by time... I refuse to be enslaved as a liquefied lace of lovelorn lavenders, within a mannequin, whose marble flakes have lost their mirth ~ for these beasty fragrances, trapped in wild roses, will forever shield my cinnamon stardust, from slipping away in a space without sunflowers. Search for me midst milky ferns, blossoming in skylines ~ where astronomy flows in the veins of asters, which have always been an armour for my intuitions, a pulse for my psyche, a chariot for my crestfallen conscience and a whiskey-gold glare for my grieving faith, f l u t t e r i n g like wrinkled violets in velvet verses... So, when the florets of 's'aimer soi-même' unleash from sepals of scrutiny and sing a forlorn hymn to the reborn trust, twirling in tributaries of tomorrows ~ I will engrave my magnolia manifestations and blossom as a four-leaf clover across fairy wisps of tulip-knitted horizons... " I am free as those sailors, spiralling in sunsets ~ between riverbanks that separate sorrow from sparkling cocktails, for, I'm nevermore betrothed to the devil of darkness and those murky mosaics of mimosas don't just remember me, as a maleficent mistress of metaphors, breathing in metallic misery..."
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