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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In this vast world, it is said that women do not possess a soul, But observing us, men with hearts that beat and dream, They, beings of sharp intelligence, have chosen to dress Their appearances in garments of soul, in shadows and rays. The poet, in his quest for truth and wisdom, Sees how some, with skill, weave their souls from sunrises and sunsets, He stands and wonders: "Could these beings, like muses, Have learned the art of simulating the soul, of painting their hearts with illusions and whispers?" They dance in a world of shadows and lights, With smiles that seem to conceal unfathomable mysteries, And the poet, with his soul that seeks answers in the deep night, writes unknown verses, About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be silent reflections. Some, with the grace of artists, have managed to deceive, To create souls from dreams, from emotions and feigned feelings, Like sculptors who shape the clay, they have fashioned an apparent soul, And the poet, with his profound gaze, tries to discern. Is their soul just a mask, a crafted illusion? Or do they hide within a greater truth, an unrevealed secret? The poet writes his verses, filled with questions and desire, About women who seem to have souls, but in reality might just be wind and distance. He writes about this magical realm, where truth is hard to find, Where the souls of women are like shooting stars, beautiful but ephemeral, And in his search, the poet remains ever questioning, ever restless, About these enigmatic beings, who seem to have souls, but in reality, might just be ephemeral shadows.
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