I rested in pauses betwixt breaths.
A sanctuary to reflect various regrets.
The din around ceased to deflect.
Even the sea’s tides that rose and ebbed.

Lingered in reveries with eyes open.
An elegy arose from my bosom .
As dusk unveiled its vast void.
Secrets braided into it like asteroids.

The shadows still didn’t subside.
A part of me they clawed and cried.
My spirit yearned for a respite.
Before the stars were born in the night.

The dark stillness a sweet embrace.
I let go my fears without a trace.
My heart so light as a feather spun.
As I beheld my true self again

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In the book of life each scroll a story unfolds.
Smudged with joy and sorrow untold.
Traces of people loved and lost.
My essence an amalgam of their parts.

I let the rain come into my heart.
It seeped into the crevices draining the angst.
Each fractal slowly unfurl their petals.
Inside my origami heart where love could cuddle.

It’s soothing refrain a calming balm.
The Sirimiri of love grows strong.
The storms blow away in the misty morn.
Lament about life a forgotten song.

Memories scatter like pollen in the wind.
Pieces of me burnt and reborn within.
Solivagant moon ushers fernweh dreams.
Perchance the tequila sunrise will bring new beginnings.

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The last petal sways in the storm.
Amidst the world daggers drawn.
Rudderless without a safe home.
No compassion and kindness found.

The flower battles to stop its fall.
Against the elements its strength gone.
Alone it cries for the elysian’s arms.
To embrace and turn the clock around.

The promise of life when its journey began.
Turns to lies and deceit in its lifespan.
Darkness seems to have a long hand.
The light it needs gasping behind.

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A minaret of moments intertwined.
On their cusp memories do ride.
A saga in tune with the rhythm of life.
Architecture of memories a rhapsody in time.

Amidst the chaos emotions bloom.
Knitting hearts hoping they root.
Immerse one’s essence in this dance.
The gossamer petals of attachment align.

In the mist of time they turn sepia
Yet the bond still seems alive.
An unmetered poem full of pauses.
Filled with tears and remembered losses.

When landscape of the heart feels parched.
And eyes dream of an autumn romance.
Have to keep the spark within ablaze .
Realise a cornucopia of bliss in this ephemeral space.

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