Autumn Fantasy Poems

What is the taste of happiness, ask the trees rooted in tale,
And the wind brings on southern wings answers hidden in crests.
Is it sweet, like...

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Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down
Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities.
I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished
By...

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A springtime showers upon us like a quilt of stars,
The empty house warms in its vacant heart:
Through it pours the summer a river of melted...

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Between Earth and Ecstasy
My soul, wrought from the dust of falling stars,
Has embraced the undisturbed illusions, resting not in halted slumber,
They levitate, and like the...

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Deep within our cosmic fabric hides
The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves.
The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds,
Like...

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In the canvas of infinity, a man's soul wanders seeking endless chains of moments,
To weave loves and fates beneath a world without hemispheres.
The moments under...

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In the secret garden of memory, where echoes of silence ceaselessly blossom,
I chain my breath to the roots of the heart, now desolate, now unveiled.
Moon...

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In magical verses weave your fated heart's request,
With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast,
When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest,
And chains of...

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autumn wood nymph threw flaming pixels into the sky
harvest moon smiled at her audacity, he likes a challenge
black forest is silent, wondering how long they...

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Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement 

The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So...

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In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax,
Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone.
A flame of pure pride, in their...

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The Revenant pt. 1 - A Blighted Vale (pt 2/2)

Amongst the dead and dying trees,
A Stygian crypt of crumbling stone
A doorway opened, not with man-made...

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Live your life so that the priest won't get bored when he confesses you,  
To have legends and songs of stars to listen to,...

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How much we loved, we even turned the night into light,  
Do you remember how the stars envied our warmth?  
How your stories,...

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