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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The sun’s sparkling streaks, of sangria grace, descend upon the malachite verdant valley; world of pristine mountains, and evergreen tales of rainbow hued meadows. Where medieval castles are guarded with a fragrant fortress of blushing flowers, enveloped in topaz gold beams. She walks along the fields of redolent reveries, where hope sprouts like the rising moon- whispering secrets to the whimsical wind, in mystical musicality, whilst butterflies rest upon her ebony hair, choreographing a three dimensional ballet in ethereal delight, cradling and mirroring the dancing spirit in emerald elegance. Her chrysalis heart nurtures their sanctuary with sanguine serenades, for she is the queen of azure wings, dressed in timeless mists; her mind is wrapped in kaleidoscope clouds draped in pearl crescent dust, fluttering and twirling with twinkling stars between fragile thin veins, like delicate petals woven from a tapestry of thriving dreams. Yet the sound of unsung songs drift along shadowed skies- of champagne and rosemary rays, fleeting like waning colors, longing to spread floral arms, to sketch watercolor paintings from dandelion desires- to be heard and seen beyond the creek of thorns and thistles, as peacock feathers soar amongst petrichor leaves swaying to the celestial tunes of her life- amidst raining regrets a devoted warrior never lets eclipsed spheres dim their light upon her sight.
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