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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "L o v e lives in the archaic abyss of an endless ocean, where wind and waves rhyme with the blues in scented stillness" As echoes of the silent shore reveal secrets~ buried in the deep-blue spine of the creased, cold sea, I search for lyrical cues, dreaming on the lurid lips of a salt-kissed enigma, painted with bliss-strokes of sunset eyes. For sometimes, when time tricks euphoric twilight with greed, amidst the quiescence that hydrates this healing soul, I find myself drifting to a mythical valley of iridescent violets, floating like glistening jewels seized from the warm arms of skylines. As, kismet stars sprinkle golden tears upon pages that left me comfortably rhymeless, breathing in metaphors of memories lost in frozen mists, nestling within hushed songs of the mourning bluebirds… O beloved moon, swirl with me to a rosier phase~ perfumed with Aphrodite’s elegance, quenched with spring allure of Ades’ petals; reverie of timeless rivers streaming with heartbeats of twin flames, tied to an amethyst ambience, unraveling a cosmic connection veiled in vanilla orchids…and when the music of the ocean ricochets into xylophone chimes and nostalgic notes, you’ll remember me as your ballad, forever sealed in, zestful conch shells, until the sun no longer tastes my poetic pulse…
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