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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required There she is, rainbow hued, hazy viewed clues. The whistle chimed waves clear her unspoken throat. Pardon Lady's wispy tension, a molder of falling sand. A maker of details form the reality of dreamlife. It is not man-made, it's spirit. From one withheld, on a roof full of heating. It's the heart vision, it's her only heart vision, The only seer of the whole. The sea dragon's bucket of snails make it through the tunnel portal, and we all gather through. There Lady then goes, off to the Wizard's shell. He's cloaked in red and white, the colors of woman and man. They're both pleading, seething, kneeling beside the shelled faces. Sparks, that near cover her wreathed, flowered, dress of sea flowers. As iridescent pyramid easter eggs rain down. Armored in bright lace, the rhythms of twirls and braids shall claim pertinence to the deep blue whale's song, the whale clothed in water, salt, and Lady's most hidden dreams. A Wizard Whale's Lady, protected with beauty. Zero point with no ego, no confession to claim. The breathed memory between her salty fingers lights a candle to rebirth her soul. Hello my little fellow, long lost pearly weeping willow, I've come to find my ocean. My voice adorned with sight. I flew to and from her, a maker of undone. She was veiled in white memory, a blanket of weight brushed off her. A flaming moment floating in her watery hoping heart. Sunk under sun drenched waters, gazed shackles flew away. Exceeding through three door frames, not separate from the grey portrait of a sculpture. Tightly knit and finely tuned, with heavy chisels of confirmation. I will spit if I have to, and then I will cry after. For I will only listen to my bloody heart. The emotions are blatant, the tuned in question that purge's forth, is more meaningful with an identity gone. But we are never lost, we are dreaming in the ocean's Wingdom, the Angel's castle cloud held tight. Love, Alyssa Couture
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