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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the ivory sun is the harbinger of rain and tears, awakening the sleeping streaks of gold and sage, to rise and rage in sakura s i l e n c e, as the sound of d r i z z l i n g diamonds reminds me to reminisce, how you and I danced to the blissful beats of electro-pop, oblivious to the fluorescent fogs blinding the morning stars, singing in contrasting cadence, the chorus of youth, where innocence plays hide and seek with the demons hiding in the corners of fragile conscience. sometimes I fear the seconds, crawling in slow motion, too afraid to let go of the grief nestling in my heart as a poetic memento of how I’ve known the synonyms of trust and tranquility, amidst the childhood tremors that tangled my inner peace into knots of dreariness. tonight I rejoice~ raising a rose-tinted glass of moonbeams to celebrate another sunflower dawn, adorned with mellifluous memoirs of us, a friendship woven into the spine of galactic supernovae, where your laughter reverberates across the sizzling skyline, like music to the wind and waves of angels, residing with hyacinth halcyons, engrossed in the picturesque presence of your pristine utopia, where love still flows like a river untouched by the seasonal storms. so, in this w o r l d of woes and throes, let me be an echo of your ink and blood, for I still breathe the petrichor, petals of p e a c e thriving in the meadows of mourning, as your tender name is the crystalline cue urging my muse to praise the mystical musk of graceful magnolia that lingers in starry stillness...
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