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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors, Man awakens to the whisper of his birth, a tender yet profound surrender. As the burdens of reality settle into the marrow of our bones, We understand the paradox of life: To be born is to surrender. Thus, existence, with its somber rhythm, becomes a tranquil river, Flowing gently, like the hours of peace after the storm has ceased. We no longer struggle against the currents; instead, we float in unceasing wonder, Releasing the burdens of hope and striving, finding solace in the inevitable flow. Our days stretch out like soft whispers after the roar of battle has quieted, Each sunrise, a mute gold, each sunset, a calm violet sigh. In the serenity of our new clarity, we see the world as it truly is: A melancholic symphony, composed by the silent hands of destiny. In this acceptance, we find a strange sense of relief, a gentle resignation, As if the cosmos has embraced us in a delicate promise of ultimate peace. We dance on the edges of dreams and reality, our hearts a reservoir of ancient truths, Breathing in the delicate fragrances of our ephemeral journey. No longer are we bound by the chains of relentless ambition or false hopes, We wander through the misty gardens of our soul with quiet dignity. The stars, indifferent and distant witnesses to our silent vows, Reflect the gentle glow of our acceptance, sparkling in the cosmic sea. Each breath becomes a hymn to our quiet victory, a lullaby to the sadness of our being, Each heartbeat a reminder of the beautiful fragility that defines our essence. In the quiet corners of our mind, we find solace among the ruins of our dreams, Resting in the embrace of a world that no longer demands conquest. Thus, life unfolds not as a battlefield, but as a canvas smeared with delicate hues, Where every step we take is a brushstroke, every tear a touch of grace. In the twilight of existence, we learn to cherish the day after surrender, Finding in our defeat the tender emergence of a quiet, enduring truth.
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