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Twenty-two and married.
Ad astra per aspera.đ
The moon swoons
And the stars parade,
As our hearts sing each other
Love's ballade...-
Mended are scars on my pungent heart's chord,
You're Christ to the lover - will chant every God;
If Earth mourns thy egress, I'd ravage the whole world,
You're oracle to a sage, will love in every word!-
Do the picked-up flowers
Favour your prayers?
Or just your sacrifices
aren't great enough,
So you hope
Gods will feel pity
On thy earthy disparity,
Once you offer them those
Sonsy, soft petals...-
And today,
Under the golden organza of sun,
We will sway and swoon
Until there arrives the moon,
Full, flattered
And draped in sipped spring-blooms~
And tonight,
Under the chiffon of shimmers,
The stars will shyly curve
The imprints of a rose-coloured love,
Lustrous, liquid
And fragranced in Begim Silk's puff...-
If your heart decors itself
With one kind of flower,
It's because you're blessed with
allegiance, Sweetheart.
If your art carries weight
Of obsolete taboos,
It's because you're endowed with
insight, Sweetheart.
If your core doesn't quiver
Under constant provocation,
It's because you made sure you're safe,
Sweetheart.
- Cosmos_flower-
Melted glaciers obscured the lenses
Fitted perfectly on iris' gossamer;
Threads of light levitating
Betwixt the texts of severance,
Aprilified the soul's December.
You are not left, darling -
You are liberated from the war!
- Cosmos_flower-
For thy own r e s i l i o
Thou shall learn to acquit those
Who inhale-ruptured their alveolus
Just to blow thy fairy-lights off!
- Cosmos_flower-
January taught me -
Be selectively rude to the one
Who consciously agitates the inside of you
Knowing that's the only way
They can ever find an imperfection!
Be ignorant to the one
Who consciously pokes the ageold hatred in you
Knowing that's the only way
They can get your slightest attention!
Be endlessly loving to the one
Who unconsciously sutures the wounds in you
Sans knowing that's the only way
You can shine like a Sun!
- Cosmos_flower-
|| Lights Are Born
From Shadow ||
A snow-laddened trail leading to trouvaille -
Annexed the hypoxic hearts, so pale;
Then nearer than ocean to the cobblestone beach,
I felt the sky & nature's kaiserreich...
My white, let me drip thee in coral-red dreams,
As velvety dawn creams up the blackish yonder,
It's an edge of soulstice allowing no return-back
To the one, ages ago, you once were...
Lending an ear to the wind's cacophnoy,
Can you hear - a Himalayan Monal's twitter?
Years after years, that sonsy seatherny
Will seek out thy dormant tears...
Mutely-vocal and bondaged-freedom,
The mountain teaches you all,
Being the reference of where to rise
And a kaleidoscope of where to fall...
- Cosmos_flower-