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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: February 10, 2025 For Brian Strand Contest *********************** In the tempestuous shadows of my soulful sphere I squirm in sorrow. I was wandering through whimsical woods, alive with hues and aromatic herbs. Yearning for a soothing serum, for my katabatic spirit. The earth reverberates with heartfelt echoes. as beneath the embroidery of my core, bleeding brilliant colors onto celestial heights, wrestling with the shimmering sheen of love's embrace amidst the turmoil. My soul swirls in a simmering cauldron of desires. Colliding with constellations and orbs at dusk, cradling the cardinal grief Like a potent elixir, meticulously concocted by the cosmos. Through thick fogs and dusky dimness, I craft my treasured dreams. into the breathing bounds, Wishing to mend the mighty fissures in life's lofty ledges with clarity and compassion. Wretched waves wail. within me as I whisper weary woes, chaotic cries cascade. in a cosmos that's both constant and concealed. I am a heart hungering. to heal from this havoc, Searching for serenity. in soothing scents, strolling beneath moons touched by tranquil tones, Yearning for peace. Love and loss are my sovereigns. Crowning me in thistles. and tints of myrrh The sun's wrathful gaze paints my sorrows crimson; Earth and soul collaborate. in this eternal quest for meaning. In the smoky caress of eucalyptus groves, I weep a kaleidoscope of human feelings— I'm aching for connection. yearning for understanding amidst the storms. Would that my heart could seal these wounds in ink as deep as oceans, as calm as moonlit cliffs.
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