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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Oh, a shadow of the being in the tattered drapes of day, You play upon the stage of the world with a smile borrowed from another vision. You are a dancer in the whirl of human bustle and retreat, A delicate weave of feelings, of desires edged between being and not belonging. In you, the silk of longing for solitude intertwines with the veil of noise, In an eternal struggle, a duet between the seductive dance of solitude and the chorus of embraces. A soul, wandering amid the parched love, begging for morsels of serenity, And the gem-like desire to drift above, unblemished by the warmth that also brings resignation. Ah, the sad magic of the heart, guided by a will that bows and denies itself! The calling of worlds, like a silk ladder to the heavens, balancing on the fine wire of mortals' aspirations. To want with the fervor of the midday sun, to covet with the greed of the dark night, And yet, spectacularly difficult, to leave behind these desires, like leaves falling gently in autumn's coolness. Oh, the paradox of being, what a portrait in contrasts you row! You are both soldier and poet in the same flesh, people of clay with hearts of stars. You long for everything, within a boundless universe of enclosure, And in the same stern moment, you feel your hands ache from so much nothing they encompass. You are twinned in this cosmic dance, a tango with life and its shadows, Nostalgia and exuberance, delicate whispers and cries of steam in the night. A magical melancholy that whispers tales of yore, Where we, the mortals, seek to catch the rainbow without getting wet from its rain. On this battlefield named existence, the masks fall, Revealing the harsh truth – we are both masters and slaves in our empire of thought and flesh, Cosmically imagined maps on skies of feeling and song, the eternal work along the thread of longing. You're a wanderer among the stars, hastily bound to the earth but with a soul unabatedly in love with the boundless.
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