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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On wings of the sun, dreams melt into the horizon, With hearts that at night hide, binding snares for the stars. Smiles that keep the shade sharpen their fangs in silence, Phantoms dance among branches, weaving the forest's song in the waltz of illusions. What twisted game fate plays in the palm, when it shuffles the deck, Tying promises of ascension, under the time's wing that defies and flies. At the crossroads of time, in the night's silence, it sneaks, The bat's echo, through the darkness, speaks and hurts ancient calls. Boundaries take shape, where light fights to avenge the night, The pure beat separated from wandering entities, forever searching in their eternal labyrinth. Show me the soul, a spear of regrets and overlooked hopes, Bound by the shackles of darkness, where roots of dawn recklessly sprout in dreams. Under the night's grip, frail smith of thoughts, Hearts hide, finely embroidered in the fabric of mystery. With beasts of fears intertwined in the heart's inner chamber, The night forges from deceptions a velvet shroud. A timid destiny, in unsure hands, plays at fate, Tying promises of star showers, on winged shoulders. At the chosen time, when the ivory hunter slips, The enchanted crest of bats heralds, from the depths, ancient summons. Our limits, delicate lines on the world map, Separate the clean beats from travelers in the twilight. With fears pinned like needles on the unrestrained pulse of life, Under the burden of night, in our hearts, we smile at the day unfurling its wings - unknown.
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