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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When the twinkling trust of tamarind tides, cascades in catastrophes and turmeric-tinted tulips become a treason for sun temples ~ I slowly drift like a diluted drop, ruffled in the consciousness of Nyx, where the nefarious nightglows unfurl a midnight rose-glazed moon, resting in thunders of the third eye and our spirits are but ~ a shimmering mirage sequined with glittering glaciers, and refracted through those remorse-stained rubies ~ which can decipher the language of frozen innocence, scaling beyond the bioluminescence of invisible intuitions... I have always hoped to be a himalayan healer, for those hailstorms hissing in heartbeats, as ~ twirling on the telepathic tales abstractly alliterated by those mannequins, moonwalking upon reversed psychologies, has bejeweled me in frostbites of scorpio soliloquys, and shivering songs of Selene ~ serenading in the sirens of aurelian wavelets, have evermore erased my exhaled initials blaming me for being a wingless warrior.... maybe, I will keep blossoming in those sherbet buds of shikata ga nai ~ where feral footprints follow your faith, and star-spun fuchsias fall in fate's freckled embrace ~ for, I no longer flicker in the tyrannies of those teasing the tempest of my temperament, lured by faceless predators of promises... I'll be slumbering on the pillow of peace, praying for pomegranate pendants to paint a pearlescent paradise where this Persephone can inhale apricot aromas of aging affection... So, when life loses its lyrics and glorifies brutality above the beauty in brokenness ~ I'll be my own samurai, phrased like a featherless saviour, shielding those benevolent butterflies still breathing in me ~ and walking along the wonderland of ninja's neon nocturnes where the ninth gossamer gemstone forevermore whispers versatile verdicts in those jalapeno jurisdictions... when I became nothing more than a raspberry ribbon smoked in tar of sunset octaves ~ the lord will be cradling my poetic tomb, where the rustic remnants of saint sapphires shall be splattered as music for my ears and an eden of falling fireflies for my eyes... " I am a dandelion dialect in your darkness, sedated by silken silvers upon orchid sepals ~ surfing as sunshine in your sandalwood skin, for, each estuary of esoteric embers laces my home with soul-searching chimes, whistling away in flavours of forgiveness... "
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