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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required i g n o r a n c e, a contagious disease turning specks of stars to stones, burning bridges of life, locked with names engraved in gold and glitter, leaving a s k y of sorrow filled with ashes, singing haunting lullabies to the grieving galaxies, as if there is no space in the city of the clueless, where walls are painted with black diamond tears. O watercolor forests, where the moon sails above trees of tranquility~ every raven has a nest to rest when cold is the wintry eye, roaming through dark alleys where twilight sighs, reverberates, and colors rise, awakening hibernating rivers~ free-flowing like fine wine. and here I weave heartbeats with herbs of h o p e, longing to waltz through a sphere that sees beyond skin and i n k ... You and I, letting go of foolishness, no longer spectators of actors, dressed for a carnival of chaos. I am not your defined nightmare, echoing paranoia. I am the silhouette of sunsets, shaped in clover green, signs of p e a c e. I serenade for the weak, with lyrics of love amidst a choir of integrity. see me as I am~ I am more than the tale within narratives you’ve long been taught… illuminate your eclipsed soul with sparks of c o m p a s s i o n, erasing egoistic stains pulsating within veins of vanity, for I breathe lilac and lavender, drizzling from a lantern-filled horizon, like jasmine raindrops t w i r l i n g and s w i r l i n g in tune to the rose rhapsody of symphonic serenity. Yet silence is the dialect that speaks~ to sins that dwell within insensitive soils, pushing roots to s w e l l in musical delirium.
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