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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes my soul resembles distant horizons, like burning stars abandoned between dusk and dawn. When the sky hangs as heavy as my hazy heart, I search for a sign from heaven to soothe the somber sequences of nature blanketing mountains of misery, as the spectrum of colors is full of deception. Maybe the universe illustrates splitting sunsets within my murky thoughts, As I'm oblivious to the rhythm of riveting songs of spring. I sing tunes of autumn, orchestrated in black and white, grey refrains remain locked as an encrypted mystery of winter land, within esoteric hieroglyphics blowing as tornadoes of hurt. I am envious of the sound of comforting rain, and clouds carrying chaos- weeping reveries of angst. But what if these translucent tears and the anxiety I try to hide, fall like mists of haunting memories, to follow the moon-glade, ruffling along sterling ripples, unravelling jasmine compassion across rivers of scattered gems, would I then feel the light of love, synchronize a eucalyptus lullaby that sketches amethyst amulets through midnight fears, to embrace these fragile dandelion wishes, behind metaphorical fields of periwinkle flowers. My dreams are fading, whilst darkness whirls in unending circles. I am barely breathing, as the silhouette of a pale sapphire shatters into a sea of sadness. For you have cast a shadow upon the sun within my mind, and all that's left in this eclipsed realm is the petrichor scent of healing, amidst the dying petals in my balcony, that mimic flames of life and betrayals. Maybe, it is from the aftermath of storms, we flourish rainbow roses soaked in redolent incense- roaming through an opaque canvas of clarity.
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