With you, O Darlin'!
Even nights don't have the shade of fight
Even this obsidian coat is an optimistic hue
Even the dim glow of this orange pendant lamp
Is the gleamy sunshine that brightens our love

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He had already broken
the doors of the golden cage
that had trapped her since ages.
Yet she only felt free when
the thoughts that chained her were
released by the key of self love.

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Argent
Anklet
Yours, giggles
With every caress
Of mine, like lustrous lake's
Ripple, when moonlight rapturously murmurs

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Love
Lingers
Limpid lacy
Like a ghost
Levitating in the phantasmagorical psyche
Loitering with the myriad rusted yet raging reveries

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From dawn to dusk
A primrose prays
For an umbrage of care
From sinister storms
Saffron sun of wisdom
Empowers it by rain alone

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Myriad moonflowers maroon 
Epics in my entangled elflocks 

Dawnlight yearn for their fragrance 
While moonbeams are high on them 

A vista rainbowing in my poetry 
Entrusted to the enduring vault 

That stays timeless betwixt time's run 
Evading violets as variations venture in 

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Every night is an ivory sky slate
That swallowed the blue of lapis lazuli 
Mined from the ore of lilac lores 

Stars are gold-streaked syllables 
Loud with the langue limelight
That blinks as unbelievable myths 

Tales trespassing lanterns of logic 
Unfurl utopia like magnetic moonflowers 
Inviting the bees, philomathic flared
Thirsty for oddity, welkin dreamed

Tonight I too, enraptured, crave
Another ornament of an ode 
To wear on my thoughts
Grazing the unthinkable
Towards the meadow of manifestation

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It'd be a gentle generator to keep susurrus secrets
Without glistening gears or plates of piston that cuts
It'd pull mauve memories from my fogged-up mind
Without a varnished vessel or cackling clock to rewind
It'd polish the saline sorrow n' the melancholic pain
It'd send them floating like charcoal clouds in the rain 
It'd not make brand new worlds, or change what's been 
But make peace with the broken shards of past's screen
It'd hum a soft ripparian rhythm, in a soothing tone 
For every mistake, every ache, all the pain I've known 
It'd not erase what words were said or worlds were done
It'd simply make peace, like the setting of saffron sun
It'd wrap in the idea of nostalgia n' make memory 
A miracle garden, to walk through anew n' merry

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I find your love in the tranquil turquoise night 
A gentle whisper that fills my heart with light

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Not a one-sided philosophy.
Past, present n' future are 
Subject to manifold 
Manifestations. 
One can draw anytime 
An alien conclusion 
From the moment 
Lived n' belived in
A million times.

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