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mosaic memoirs
and we are,
but dusk-kissed poems,
many moons apart,
sequined in stygian sorrow ~
while ultraviolet veins
compose an electrified elegy,
for unrequited stars
struck by
the scorpion's rays~
sleeping behind the
midnight mists
as galaxies of butterflies spiral
through the sky
untouched by the hiss
of snake songs...
I long to place my thoughts
on the crystalline cradle
of the empyrean
listening to your heartbeat
still aching
for the return
of whirling wildflowers
thirsty for a fountain of
mosaic memoirs ~
a quenching elixir
brewed from hope
for I am a winged rose
day-dreaming in
my meadow of magnolias
weaving periwinkle crowns
with paper petals ...
yet I ponder
am I the one you think
about
when evening jewels soar
curating a choir of peace
as the sun softly
caresses velvety ripples
painting the sea in shades of love...
or am I just
a forgotten myth
lost in the
alliterative archives
of empty words.....
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Ink Empress
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