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Dear me, 
  I breathe you
in the pulse of erased promises ~ 
I'm a shadow in your space 
and not any voice which can be heard
    above restless mists, 
so, when the crystals of change mock us ~ 
and I am a secret siren 
  searing in smoked lace, 
       sequined with lavender sparkles, 
 my soul shall build an ethereal kayak
            from cantaloupe pulp ~
    and sail beyond those rhyming reefs, 
whose refrains once abandoned 
  the salty syllables, raining in rhapsody... 

When the north star
kisses the sea, 
and the sun is 
saintly blanketed 
in grape-glittered gales, 
my history hisses beneath
unforgiving waves ~ 
where grief 
remains adorned 
with the glistening tears 
of vanilla planktons ~ 
and I am enchanted 
by those tidal teals, 
gently caressing 
the gulfs of my heart. 

Wearing the ocean 
as a clairvoyant cape, 
rivulets ribboned 
upon my wrists ~ 
I keep rising above 
revolting rainbows, 
whose volatile vows 
were engraved 
within my necklace 
of sepia-stained seashells, 
each skin stoned ~
with the initials of a storm 
raging within me... 
as those astronomy clusters 
 confuse my crystal-clear conscience,
I wander within invisible intuitions,
condensed in milk-quartz meraki,
 beckoning to quench
    my unreasonable questionings ~
"...have the villains
   of valorous victims,
always remembered
  my poetic fingertips
as ferric brushstrokes,
   tracing the brokenness
  of a bitter-bronze mannequin ~
who has forgotten
  the perfumed ivories of
       those cherishing cherubs,
fluttering in her frost-sealed feathers...?"

Inhaling those
magnanimous mantras
muted by the megalomaniac moon ~
  where your herbs
are seasoned with
 the deceased breeze of happiness,
I have become a mirrorless face ~
as these inescapable energies
  cannot chain my intentions,
by hiding the coconut canoes of purity,
  beneath turquoise jewels of tulip-marines...

   So, pardon me ~
       if I couldn't be
the daughter of
    your snake-sunrise,
trading myself for the tunes
 of your selfish silence...

"O' sweet seeds of life,
I'll sow you ~
watering your visions,
armouring aquamarines
from wistful weeds ~
where your roots
can reep a halo of hope...
sequined upon kohl strings, 
tied in the harp of heaven ~
I'll still paint the florets
with specks of gold and cherry,
for, there must be a kismet
 in the paradise of patience,
waiting for me to unfurl
   a whimsical watermelon lustre ~
drizzling dewdrops
  of affection and glory,
  in this land that lacks empathy..."
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