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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When I whirl as wind, unwavering ~ surfing on watercolor wings of simmering seasons, which flicker and fly through me, filtering my faults with a wrinkled fantasy, I waltz whistling ~ in their whispering waves, where the lachrymal leaf of loneliness lulls me to a lavender sanctuary of sanguine sentiments, beneath the drizzling doom of sleepless stars. If there were a trinket tarnished with tulip-teals of tasteless truths, tiptoeing over twilight to traverse the ticking tickles of t i m e ~ I would be the sunset, chased by the suffocating silence of saffron storms. O' ruler of the reckless minds there's an empyrean inferno ignited around your devilish globe of diamonds ~ as there is always a synonym for mirrorless miracles which we feel in our bones, and the hierarchy of hateful hyacinths is meant to be melted ~ by the melodious mints of magnolia mantras. We are n o t h i n g, but moments dissolved in meditation, clenched on the turmeric thread of lustrous lemon love ~ slightly separated from the murkiness, by the narrowed neon Nile flowing in our intuitive isles. Luxury is lavishly luminous before it beckons our beliefs, bleeding in our versatile constellations of superconscious virtues. Perhaps, the skies too wonder if their sirens are blindly flawed with the fragrance of forgiveness, by the sailors of nirvana ~ for those who have never surrendered their sins before the sweven shimmers of our sublime soul-guardians. This hummingbird has her heartbeat hushed in the haze of heaven and I am deceased, a dawning dialect in the scentless sunrise of life ~ for, every patriot of p e a c e, pirouetting in the ethers of ephemeral elixirs, is born from burning auroras, cascading upon the aurelian lips of angels aching within fractured letters of apocalyptic affection. "I'm h u m a n, a honeyed heart-lily of light ~ carved within nylon notes of the crestfallen nightingale, clenched to the fist of fate as it has always concealed the stardust of my secluded solace. Akin to the seven petals of prana, my spirit shall b l o s s o m breath by breath, seeping in the sepal shades of a crystal canopy ~ where enlightened I am, e v a p o r a t i n g through their veins in the essence of spiritual awakening... "
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