For Sotto Poet's Contest The Beautiful Impossible". Dated August 8, 2026.
My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dulcet dawn, the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors, painted a Monet garden for you blooming with my love, unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, adroitly adorned. The oasis of my mind dried in the desert of desolation as you disappeared with the draft of the squally summer winds of discontent with the dregs of divested desire, disowned. The river of longing in the abandoned valley got lost, the fervent flowers you gave me withered in the vase, folded your memory within my reshaped perception. You’re gone, but an empty chair holds your shape, a reminder. You are now present as a design of my consciousness that silhouettes your image on the canvas of my emotion, becoming an impression in my memory of longing, figuring you in absence with the fabric of remembrance. Your absence is not a void of quiet nothingness; it is your shining presence I sense under the starry sky. As the stardusts of the blue night contour you for me, your fancied touch I feel in the ripple of your silent absence.
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