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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said or written." Rumi Lyrics of loneliness liberate in a lucid language, lulling loveless librettos of lamenting loss. In deadly depths of darkness, deep desires dipped in despair, misplace my marooned mind in metaphorical mists of misconception. Deserted in a domain of demons, there's an aura of angst amongst absent angels. When reality resembles a betrayal of butterflies, withered wings wilt in wild winters without a wish. In timeless tender tunes of tearful toxic torment, nocturnal nightingales cry in a crepuscule chorus, confessing caged crescendos in cryptic codes. Sickness slithers in sinister silence, as grinning Grim Reaper reveals his reflection. My sojourner soul seeks a saviour's silhouette. Who soothes in seraphic serenades of serenity. To float in fate's fountain of featherless freedom. In forbidden fields where fluorescent flowers flourish forever. Her effervescent eyes exhale an elixir, evoking an exotic, enticing, everlasting epiphany. Enchanting in echoes of an Edenic enduring enigma. Beneath bluebells, breathless and broken, let me lay inside the lilacs of her amorphous aroma. Her swan song closing chapter of my chronicles. A halcyon harmony of heavenly harps, guiding my gondola towards golden gates of grace.
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