I don't want to drown, But to sail in your crystal seas rowing our heartbeats to To the place Where I kiss cosmogyral thoughts That we weaved together Laying on the grass Embracing each other I was shocked Hearing that You love to put your head On my chest Just to feel my heartbeat And connect it to yours And I remember we were gazing the stars Hoping that no star should die , Because we don't believe In making a wish From a dying star As we want us to be together Till the stars shine to the eternity However It is meant to be forever. ✨
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Lavender field: poetry Walking galaxy: poet Lavender sparkling stars: words
Art dances to the tunes of life Crowned by cascade of expressions. Like moon glows in the night when The sun leaves a warm kiss On the craters to rise, when Melody of twilight zephyrs the sky, Lavender field sings the Rhythmic metaphors by Incarnating them to vivid ballads, When a walking galaxy sprinkles Some lavender sparkling stars To the vast peaceful white island. Saturn rings couple up to Streaming syllables of a sonnet. Lavender field drapes to butterfly nebula Embracing pulchritudinous concrete silhouettes. When moon plays hide and seek Lavenders dye the pages to elegy; Moon absorbs those grey lavender fields And sobs the vulnerability. Lavender fields mirror themselves to Palindrome verses as life travels A palindrome journey between Life and death. Most lavender fields blossom When moon gazes sitting in The audience seat, where the navy sky Plays the music of emotional tides And lavenders swim in the ocean of white sea. Cosmic beauty are melodious metaphors Who add sonority to the art of poetry.
When moon gazes the lavender field Sitting in the audience chair, The cosmic metaphors applause Its sublimity.