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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Written: September 16, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ Arcane sunlight in early morning stillness, Dancing by a veil of mist with rare brilliance. I huddle near the window pane, pondering, In this calm span, where dreams are wandering In the atrium of my mind, ideas waltz and play, A vast ballroom where creativity holds sway. A plethora of views, lingering to decry their way, Sundry zeal and views, in a chaotic display. But time will settle afar too soon, Akin to fleeting whisper beneath the moon, Yet in its wake, memories remain, A testament to blithely cheer and pain. In this span of time, where shadows reside, I decry solace and peace, seeking a guide. I census down the worries that burden my soul, With ink-stained fingers, I strive to be whole. Window waxes my portal to a realm outside, Where potentials await, and quests reside. I gaze upon the canvas of life's grand design, Yearning to break free from walls that confine. On a sullen dawn, as the sun starts to rise, A restless soul awakens a hidden disguise. In each breath, the spirit starts to upheave, A phoenix emerging, ready to achieve. From ashes, it soars, on wings of pure fire, Igniting the darkness, fueling its desire. Through the darkest of nights, I must discern, For within the tempest, a fire will burn. The serenity of dawn bides to yearn, Whispering secrets, awaiting their turn. In the quietest hours, when all is still, I find solace and strength, an iron will.
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