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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hibiscus rays of light herald sun's stretch from night to twilight in wakening blooms of ravishing red passion— Oh! how I despise dawn's blushing optimism and lust for life for I am too young to cry but too old not to featherlight the dandelion puff as zephyrs blew seeds of our fantasies free to fly the whims and sighs of our summer days till breezes laid our pixie-dust down wishes taking root in fast flourish— pollen-plush dream-weeds grew in fields of gold champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins we laughed and pulsed with ambrosia-arousal and with every nectarous nip we lived as though we would celebrate love f o r e v e r a handful of heartbeats ago we crystal-gazed into moon’s silver circle believing in foretold fortunes of our future our mythologies shaped in affectionate frescoes sculpted softly into plum-dyed skies constellations born from fireworks in our wooing eyes —until the heart-twisting dawn-to-dark when a cloud of angels cradled sun-gilded harps against their white-rose-hearts teardrops in ecstasies of grief and joy strummed celestial strings in virgin blue glissandos lifting his lustrous soul away from me— lifting him across the bridge to bliss —somewhere beyond me and behind snowy veils of virtue I am anemic if not anything now adulterated by loss of innocence dwindling in a dreamless star-broken state unoccupied but for the lurid loss that fills me— and my black skies storm with shrieking tears!
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