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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life is a woman with twilight eyes, wrapped in dresses of unspoken dreams, Walking barefoot through gardens of time, her steps murmur the sonnets of the ephemeral, In a silent dance, a waltz of shadows and light, glancing over her shoulder, On paths where leaves rest, forever falling from the trees of our memory. She unbraids her hair in waves of melancholy, weaving it with shooting stars, Memories cast on the night sky, like tears burning on the cheeks of heaven, She changes her lipstick from the hues of mystical sunsets, kissing the cheeks of her hurried lover, An eternal Adam, lost in her unseen desires, embracing the moment and eternity. She, Life, stretches her longing arms, arching over bridges of inverted time, Embraces the moments, melting them into echoes of laughter and weeping, spinning them into spirals, A harlequin of fate, with masks of joy and sorrow swapped in the glades of dreams, Where do you lead us, oh Life, shading our paths with your veil of destiny? In autumn days, she gathers the rusty leaves, kissing them tenderly, leaving imprints, The bittersweet blend of sadness and joy, imprinted on threads of thought and resignation, A nymph of melancholy, with a heart wrought by nostalgia and untamed longing, Seeking the roots of happiness in the scorched landscapes of the past, where flowers no longer bloom. Ah, Life-woman, you are the eternal puzzle of our days, questions without answers, Holding in your hand the key to love and the lock of loss, piercing us with your paradoxes, In a hypnotic dance, a flow of consciousness that flows, endlessly, in infinite rivers, Like the wings of the butterfly searching for light in the darkness of your sweet intersections. With every breath, you dress us in unwritten stories, in your tales of winter and summer, Your melancholy coming over us, like a mantle of kisses and whispered breezes, Through the smoke of lost moments, we always glimpse your changing face, Phantom of the eternal feminine, Life-maiden, Life-lady, Life-woman.
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