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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I d r e a m away from the golden-laced drapes, tracing smoke-veiled cloudscapes, reminiscing rainbow reveries, raining with musical laughter, mirroring the sun within my maternal spirit, drawing cerulean smiles across the kaleidoscopic sky with initials of my beloved June child. As in acrylics, I find happiness, and in palettes of pastels I feel the twilight twinkles of time, revealing rosemary reasons to rhyme in rhinestone radiance, releasing runes ~ ricocheting colors of my hibiscus heartbeat… O kismet constellations, I breathe glitters of gratitude to the sapphire stars and swirling sparks drifting through shifting monsoons, cradled in the blissful sighs of my son. For in his presence, murky mists of melancholy fade into neon nothingness; in his words, a thousand gardens glisten and glow; in his eyes, I see hues of hope ~ ballad of a seraphic summer. Perhaps, the voice of this unconditional love remains the synonym of happiness, the syllables of zen, and the metaphors of euphoria, bound to the skin ~ of rooted truth, truth of a mother dressed in the dulcet dews seized from the dawn when he learned the light of life… So let me rephrase, in redundant dialects, to write in coherent cadence, of the warmth I weave, of the peace I paint, within jeweled lines of lavender… I smile not because I see no sorrow, but because my existence is a mere iron-arched gateway to guide astral rays above the island shores where his footprints echo, porcelain patterns, erasing fringes from the blemished blurs of grieving moonlight caressing the sanguine sea rippling with turquoise tranquility ~ a tale of teal tomorrow...
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