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Spectral Illusions

July 23, 2013
By Cupcakes4ever PLATINUM, Warwick, New York, New York
Cupcakes4ever PLATINUM, Warwick, New York, New York
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Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you&#039;ll land<br /> among the stars.&rdquo;- Brian Thomas Littrell and Les Brown.


Hallowed flecks
Scattered specks
Of sunlit hearts
Little whispers
Though you can’t hear her
From tiny glass shards
Feathered lights
Colorful Kites
Under sea green breezes afar
Shades of sparkled stardust leave traces on broken cars
Meanwhile there are
Eyes brimming with icy tears
Scars simmering of crimson fear
Lies shimmering dangerously near
Sparks dimmering of darkened leer

When faith rains,
It’s a sentimental taste
On your tongue
Satisfying the dryness in your vulnerable lungs
Feel the turquoise fire
Stain your skin
From the reckless desire
Tainted within

Embraced words
Miserably hurt
Beyond cloudless hues
Sunset smiles
Twilight riles
Upon rivalry blue
Saving love
Echoes of such
Beside tattered clues
Tones of shadowed shallows leave tinges of hopeful cues
Meanwhile there are those who still pass thru
Eyes brimming with icy tears
Scars simmering of crimson fear
Lies shimmering dangerously near
Sparks dimmering of darkened leer

When faith rains,
It’s a sentimental taste
On your tongue
Satisfying the dryness in your vulnerable lungs
Feel the turquoise fire
Stain your skin
From the reckless desire
Tainted within

Life is a revolving emerald orb
Children dance before they soar
Seeking vengeance for redemption
Revolutionizing an entire world
Triggering change as an unfurling girl
Now slowly the altered future swirls
Eyes brimming with icy tears
Scars simmering of crimson fear
Lies shimmering dangerously near
Sparks dimmering of darkened leer

When faith rains,
It’s a sentimental taste
On your tongue
Satisfying the dryness in your vulnerable lungs
Feel the turquoise fire
Stain your skin
From the reckless desire
Tainted within

Eyes brimming with icy tears
Scars simmering of crimson fear
Lies shimmering dangerously near
Sparks dimmering of darkened leer
Nights glimmering soundlessly sheer
Art trimmings of butterfly years


The author's comments:
This poem is based on the experiences I've had this summer, seen through my eyes.

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