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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required " Misunderstood by my own metaphors, traversing the ivory webs of your cunning twilight ~ which tried to mute those feminine laments within me, I've metamorphosed to a colourless caterpillar, yearning to become an inferno of transformation, where the chakras of spirituality can silently etch my scars with the meditative muse of melancholic mimosas..." Akin a wounded tigress, I have wandered in your jungle of witchcraft, whimpering in lionhearted roars of a wildflower, whose phoenix potions can never be chased by time... for, even though my intuition is lost somewhere in the fields of lonely iris ~ I'll soon meander those vulnerable valleys that sheltered my wishes, from rolling off into the unseen... Waltzing down this labyrinth of lachrymose feelings ~ and walking in glass heels past this gallery of memories, I see those faces smiling upon me like fireflies from those mystical murals, as, the drizzles of my mascara once washed away their misery ~ shielding every star from blinking in its own blinding fate. Perhaps, there's a cosmic carpet knitted with a mist of magnolias ~ which will teleport me to those bohemian meadows longing to be cleansed, by the nectar of orchid-pink purity... and I'll be a buttercup bird with a peacock crown ~ free in all five senses, pirouetting upon pathways, streaked through the turquoise sands of opalescent ocean... Strolling across these stygian lily streets, betrayed by the sun ~ where every inch is a piercing reminiscence rushing through the raspberry veins of my imperfect innocence, I imagine an adventure to those mountains galore, draped in grape-green floral silk, fluttering in flamboyant fragrances ~ and purified by the citrine shimmers of falling sunsets... Bowing to the goddess of fairytales, I gaze beyond those gossamer horizons ~ for, I will no longer be a pianist playing musical riddles with porcelain fingertips, bereft of magic ~ this vessel of kohl and ferns shall forever keep floating upon a garland of gemstones ~ worn by the galaxy of jasmines. "...either soul should never be lost in the ekphrasis of evils ~ rather, a saga of solitude shall be sewn in the saplings whose seeds have been filtered with lotus fountains, and sown across these splitting stear-ways ~ which will finally lead me to those glistening gates, hiding the golden gardens of my heart-shaped haven... "
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