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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required f o r g i v e n e s s is the window to unknot the twigs of tainted trees, where cuffed anklets around the star-struck skin of seraphic silhouettes feel the suppressed sighs of the ice-moon, while cocooned in a nest of clamorous clouds, blanketing rivers of love flowing within the esoteric orb, like the raining snowdrops, designing a bed of purity and humility, to rinse the remnants of stinging sorrow, pricking thin feathers of phoenix wings in compassionate clemency, sealed in envelopes carrying inked veins of a weeping violin... and as the city lights adorn the panoramic view of this bleeding boulevard, I search for a verb that hides between verses, woven from heartbeats of you and I from pools of poems poignantly painted within closed pores of persimmon pages, locked with glimpses and polaroids of unscripted t o m o r r o w that only the soul of swirling comets can decipher~ for this is a tale of peacock butterflies, mirroring blue-ringed topaz, like hibernating eyes that seek not ephemeral effervescence jinxed by the touch of two-faced artists, performing hypocrisy in perfect tenor, like alchemists dressed in neon fairy lights. So take these words as memoirs of m e r c y this soul is the soil~ where chamomiles bloom in the glass garden of forget-me-nots, as my mind is a beloved heritage, awaiting drizzling rays condensed with contentment; a tempest sedated and subdued in ultraviolet grace…
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