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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I gaze out my glass doors, engrossed in the clamorous cadence of screeching stillness, emitting electric tones of love etched in stones, and fervent flares of fireflies, stolen from the riverbed of memories, where songs we played on repeat~ to the moon and stars weeping in darkness~ reverberate like redolent refrains… And in this s i l e n c e, I question every word unwritten, as the essence of unspoken phases mean everything to the abandoned shadows, searching for a purpose amidst ephemeral threads~ of weariness we wear, when white noise engulfs serene, salty caves, where nothing stays constant but the garnet gravels, glazed with smothered fears, singing scars, mirroring stained pearls, resting in the heart of cacophonous currents. I’ve long known that the pain I breathe is not heavier than the burden you bear like a warrior, armored with scales of strength. Remember when gusts of grief blurred the sparks flying across your horizon? I chose to walk beneath the shivering skyline, for I’ve tasted ivory tears of the crescent, felt the citrine warmth drifting through dusky flickers, as in your arms, every tornado unfurls twinkling tenors of turquoise tomorrows, calming twisted tides, ferrying lagoon lies, with lucid lullabies. I’m still tied to the s i l k and l a c e of the soaring lunar rays, entwined in an emerald dream carved with ethereal mists... A saga, eternally engraved in the fated cusp of emptiness, waiting for the rebirth of entombed longings, true love lingers like a ghost of an ebony rose in the graveyard of buried promises...
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