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A Guangling Melody of Love

Beyond the escarpment of love a 2nd hand rose thrives, trying not to die the gardens are pregnant in bloom as Mei in her China gown asks why the authentic sun shines both to burn the winding paths of languid lies and to non-discriminate the swell of her pearls, this is her Dynasty cry Stunning gardens giving birth, young brides and padded stoic grooms happy gregarious music plays a Guangling melody of old while she enchants the whispering winds, she tries not to think of her future as the hour slips Typhoon Marge 1973, a wedding picture framed in white taken by the lot but on this previous day not a stroke of wind not an ounce of water to mar the union of two souls, beyond the crystal ball gazes of two young lovers the sea is still untouched, no rain induced landslides yet, no slope terrain A flood of emotions isolate Mei, the coastal flood fill her lungs she is a deluge before a torrent of people who watch in quiet consent This ceremonial ritual quadrant union breaks, as she makes her escape no pre-arranged singling spot, just a rolling sea and the rise of her breast sucking in air she runs, runs, runs, and runs, away from him .

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Date: 2/19/2022 9:42:00 AM
Life and our environment can test us, and yet Nature intimates a dangerous beauty. With singing in the background? Shalom shalom dear Lady Poet Vienna
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Date: 2/21/2022 3:02:00 AM
Thank you dear Anil for your kid visit, :)
Date: 2/15/2022 7:56:00 PM
I love the first line of this stunning piece, You captured the storm that brewed within her, best wishes
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Date: 2/21/2022 3:01:00 AM
Thank you Joseph, glad you enjoyed it

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