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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, And I intend to end up there." Rumi In search of my beloved, my supernova soul was born, floating among gardens of glistening galaxies, adoring heavenly hues of sapphire, amethyst and emerald constellations, where efflorescence butterflies, fluttered among elysian scents. Yet I still yearned for her forbidden fragrance. Cultivating the art of transcendental romance, euphoric emotions wrote an amaranthine aubade, hoping the universe would hear my call, as my love is a timeless lunar lullaby, lingering like a flute echoing moonstone melodies, where passion travels with each nocturnal note composing a cosmic chorus, ordained from an orchestra of galactic halos. At twilight, in a playground of primrose promises, millions of pulsar pearls appeared. Silent and still, sentimental stars shimmering, listening to the desires of my heart, but at dawn they were always forgotten. In my hallucination of loneliness, fatigued from evanescent entities, I awaited to hear her halcyon harmony, until echoes vibrated from the moon, so I became a slave to moonlight - but it too, abandoned me at daylight. Must I forever be the victim of selfish sunrise? Upon the elegance of an ethereal eternal eclipse. the last star wept sacred stardust on autumn leaves, which glowed as they withered from scarlet to saffron. In Nebula's November cull of death, I fell like a comet in a meteor shower, betrayed, falling into a quasar black hole - lost forever. Without interstellar lyrics, I no longer illuminate, maybe some light is too bright. But, I know there is a rustic rose, blossoming upon vintage shores, so, every night I look up to the sky, wondering where you are? In these realms, within which I roam, I watch each star suffocate from the suppression of affection. Seems no spectral spirit is selfless enough to ignite this symphony of silence. Maybe I was born a cosmic Casanova. Maybe I'm just an intergalactic Romeo.
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