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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the labyrinth of stars, where shadows whisper secrets of ancient winds, The world unfolds in shades of conformity, chaining minds in silence, While fiery souls, flickering between these realms, seek the unseen tongue, The language of freedom, pure and wild, defying the script of hollow forms. Under the vast curtains of night, constellations paint untamed desires, A silent rebellion against the song of uniformity, an ode to the restless heart, Every dream, a rebel pawn on the cosmic board, dares to rise higher, To speak in unsanctioned notes, where the rivers of creativity begin. Melancholy weaves its silken threads through the minds of those who see, The facades of gilded cages, the echoes of a masked, blinded world, For life, in its relentless march, created a hell where truth did not dare exist, In the hearts of those who shut their eyes, unchallenged by realities. Yet, in the quiet corners of thought, where muses sing and shadows dance, There lies a pulse, an uninterrupted rhythm, a whisper of untamed grace, A rebellion woven in dreams, a silent but powerful advance, Against the waves of conformity, to carve out a space. In this river of consciousness, where thoughts flow like tranquil streams, Blending fate with will, like waves clashing in a stormy embrace, We wander through the corridors of time, lost in a labyrinth of dreams, Seeking the unspoken language of freedom, to awaken the spirit's grace. Life, an eternal sculptor, shapes paths with unseen hands, Carving both joy and pain alike, in the marble of human hearts, So let us heed the inner call, to shed the serene veils, To speak in the language of freedom and embrace our creative parts. Thus, under the ethereal light of the moon, in this suspended trance, We murmur secrets to the night, yearning for the fleeting chance of truth, To escape the scripted chains and let our souls advance, Into the vast expanse of freedom's fervent dance. For the language of society may bind the world in chains, But the language of the creative spirit flows free, unrestrained, And life will remain a tapestry of hidden, torturous pain, Until the heart awakens, and the spirit is unchained.
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