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In the twilight of thoughts, where echoes drift like autumn leaves
In the twilight of thoughts, where echoes drift like autumn leaves, I wander through memories, a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, Each step, a ripple in the pond of dreams, distorting the reflections of time. The moon hangs like a forgotten tear in the eye of night, Its silver glow casting spells on the silent symphony of my heartbeats, Thumping, a distant thunder in the valley of shattered hopes and forgotten songs. Waves of melancholy wash the shores of my mind, Where letters and words intertwine, dancing in an endless waltz of longing, A dance without beginning or end, just an eternal swirl through the corridors of desires. I hear the whispers of ancient trees, their roots entwined with the veins of the earth, Singing lullabies of lost loves and untold secrets under the starlit canopy. There, in the delicate mirage of dawn's first light, I glimpse fragments of a dream shattered into countless crystalline shards, Each a mirror reflecting the hues of my soul, fragmented yet whole. Magic seeps from the cracks, a gentle mist enveloping the dawn in soft shades of azure, Where metaphors rise like phoenixes from the ashes of my thoughts, Their wings painted with the colors of forgotten sunsets, burnt orange, and dusty rose. In this realm of fleeting phantasms, where reality and illusion blend, I am the wanderer of constellations, tracing paths on the canvas of infinity, Following the whispers of stardust that linger on the breath of the wind. Here, in the silence of my lonely symphony, I find solace in the magic of melancholy, Where each heartbeat is a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, Weaving a tapestry threaded with dreams and the silent songs of the night.
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