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Ascent

As emotion's embolism petitions a mirror sea for endless blue transparency- through oculat lens flare, an albionic estuary garden variety of pleasures appears, obligatiry- in full disclosure, for poetic reason- to be vetted by replay of open book read cover to cover. A commercial grade bewitching - in season- laid bare, to pardon a dare Vespers of ancient psalm, timeless tale of the re-awakened takes abionce as a Seer to come. Where Eden-welcomes, home to it's Shrangri la- Sangria- wetnursed bosom, full- of the Mother's milk of Elysium. In center-folded trappings beside firelight screenings, beneath the fluttered kiss of frolicked summer heat, heart mappings deriving wind aided fireflies serenading, in the silence of a seraphic breeze. The heart suggests an accounting of lost dreams as they vie for clemency and doth softly cry verdant reprieve. In the Goliath peer of mountain cleft, overseeing the caress of foliage begueathed to the canopy of emerald green, sun dresses honey bee chaperones, drunk in lily while bestowing a still of radiant beam. Crowning chance adds a touch of dandelion garland, tendrils of sentiments worn on the sleeve, becomes the first snows virgin fleece, onlooking tears of starry night, light bending the knee, peers through immodest canopy, altar ego ghosting as mist soaked silver valley's pheromone stair, married with the encore of fading light laying polaroid down aware. Amidst the ruins of a broken dream mending a solar flare of Valkycries, the fragments speak of romantic math, mosaic of future memories bellowed love leaves lanterns of light ascending over calm seize. Her Emissaries of the wind caressing her foliage with the palms and apothecaries drawn from a crystal song. A symphony of nature's tender wails, creates the plumlines of this Great Hall. But in the quietude of night's soft glow, Hope blooms like a rose in spring, A promise of renewal, a whispered vow, places it all. In a world where shadows dance in preservation ritual of first snow's pose of virgin purity. kept chaste as pasts echo of prose.

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