I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.
Gold days were full of my bloom designs, each one so original and unique,
Just as none are aware of vague, opaque thoughts, before we soon speak.
I worked with vibrant, live blooms and dried; silken ones and velvets, too,
Just like the myriad variety introduced, when azure skies tire of being blue.
But I longed to make that lasting impression, with an outstanding creation,
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I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.
Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I was not so very well read,
Like the imperial red sun which stains the skies, soon before we go to bed.
Yet, I was bored and full of longing, for some daring adventure in my life,
Like new adventures in mysterious magic, on nights creamy stars are rife.
Baleful boredom followed after me, like raven shadows on emerald grass,
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I was a learned college professor, who was forever eager to know more,
As blue-gray waves, finding sandy beaches, turn to seek another shore.
I drove to work smiling, in those tangerine days, so glad for avid youths,
Like when dusky stars waltz out dreamy, winking to show hidden truths.
My long days were full, like the pink marguerites, crowding sunny fields,
Or the misty rainbow's vanishing, after a full sky vision's been revealed!
I was suited to my worthy profession, because I had an analytical mind,
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I was once an idealistic young soldier, who was very new to the occupation,
Trying to preserve freedom, and way of life, like the golden sun, at creation.
Yet, the times were very troubled, because an unhappy country was at war,
As sable, evening shadows deepen, although moonlight spills upon the floor.
I'd recently gotten the news, that our regiment would be deployed overseas,
As a hunger in old-fashioned beehives, prompts deployment of bumblebees.
My family said reluctant, fond goodbyes, and some of them shed quiet tears,
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I was a successful, fancy dollmaker, but that had not always been the case,
Such as a case for blossoming romance, when spring is budding everyplace.
For in my inexperienced youth, I had seldom given any undertaking my all,
For we must live our lives to the fullest, to make sweet memories to recall.
I wasted precious time, just getting by, with my major focus on having fun,
Like the fun, daisy days of youthful summer, when nature frolics in the sun.
But, I finally came to my jaded senses, realizing that I had a sweet dream.
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I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.
Gold days were full of my bloom designs, each one so original and unique,
Just as none are aware of vague, opaque thoughts, before we soon speak.
I worked with vibrant, live blooms and dried; silken ones and velvets, too,
Just like the myriad variety introduced, when azure skies tire of being blue.
But I longed to make that lasting impression, with an outstanding creation,
......
I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.
Although it was pleasant work and appealing, I was not so very well read,
Like the imperial red sun which stains the skies, soon before we go to bed.
Yet, I was bored and full of longing, for some daring adventure in my life,
Like new adventures in mysterious magic, on nights creamy stars are rife.
Baleful boredom followed after me, like raven shadows on emerald grass,
......
I was an active, prominent architect, like fervent stars which race the sun,
Or exotic, summer flowers that bloom vibrantly, creating rapturous visions.
I'd wrought modernist skyscrapers, as huge trees lean into a bronze glaze,
On raspberry, latter days, quite lovely, when azure blue jays sing in praise.
I had designed homes and buildings, to the plumb delight of stylish people,
While satisfying the favorable environment, with novel, vivid colors, gleeful.
I had built homes for family members, the loved ones who made life sunlit,
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I adored being out on the immense, rushing sea, and I had myriad dreams,
Like slumbering, yellow days of summer, with its vibrant, gorgeous themes.
My dream was for a great sea adventure, when the blush was on the rose,
Like dreamy, starlit eves on a beach, with the cool sand between my toes.
My best friend and I liked to go sailing, like pretty bluebirds in blue skies,
Or the autumn colors' seemly drifting, in the hours of vivid sunset reprise.
Family members oftentimes would join us, like crickets in the bird chorus,
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I was aspiring to be a professional dancer, which had long been my dream,
As rogue planets head out on their own, from the stars that reign supreme.
I was awash in unbounded enthusiasm, like yellow sunshine's fresh sheen,
Or premier, perennial days of springtime, the time all is budding and green.
But, despite my unfailing readiness, I had a likely insurmountable problem,
In the fact that my dancing was mediocre, artless to the beat of the drum.
Though this was somewhat discouraging, I continued practicing and trying,
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