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Utterly
“Love, is a prompt, that utterly inspires the sleepless stars above grieving grass,
so let the wind and waves be the music to the heart that longs in euphonious silence.” ~ By the Poet
The quartz moon has seen your silent scribbles,
and how I'm utterly drenched in teal~
seas of stardust, where silhouette
of sky floats across turquoise
torrents of temptations,
while like the sun I
rise to embrace
magnolia
memoirs.
For
hope
still flies
on paper-
wings of a gold
horse carousel, as~
your voice remains my muse
that ignites flickering flames
growing within my love-struck art,
yet I question sleepless stars in your
eyes, what is life without skies sprinkling sage~
upon restless reflections strolling through
carmine tunnels of my hibiscus
heart, hypnotized and lost within
the mellifluous rhythm that
echoes from rose-wood flutes
of forever played
with sapphire tuned
serenades
from pearl
bliss.
So
let me
sing verses
woven with deep
indigo ink to
lure those amethyst-stringed
butterflies fluttering dreams,
above your midnight meadows sketched
in hues of honey-glazed emeralds~
mirroring sealed lips with enthralling wreaths.
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Ink Empress
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