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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No one ever asks for what everything is, a cosmic cycle of shadows and lost light, You will be buried in the clothes of unfulfilled dreams, mantles of light and throbbing illusions, Or, like all of us, modest souls who cannot pay for grand transitions, we will spin On the eternal winds, freed from our earthly forms, an ethereal thought in the dance of the stars, The crematorium opens like a star gate, a dragon of fire and change, Refining us, our skin melts into the sacred steam of purification, we burn like stars In a starry night, transforming into the magic dust of eternity, ash Scattered in the mysterious landscapes of forgetfulness, as if sprinkling an ashtray In a millennial breeze with a forgotten name. Every dream, a spark in the infinite universe, silver butterflies Losing their wings in the dance of eternity. We hide in the rainbow of days gone by, Too poor for marble altars, silence is our silent witness, An ethereal echo in the vastness of the universe, we get lost among the enchanted leaves of trees, Our ashes nourish the earth, returning to the cosmic beginnings, In the blessed arms of mother Gaia, nameless, formless, A luminous dust rising in a beam of light, dancing in the cosmic silence. No one remembers us anymore, enchanted stories lost in the untouched magic books, Buried in white pages and incantation verses, ethereal spirits Wandering the infinite corridors of the universe. Better to burn in the strong winds of desire, Than to wither under the weight of earthly years, prisoners of stellar oblivion. The fires dance in the eternal night, a mysterious and extraordinary spectacle, Burning our desires, purifying our dreams, leaving behind the dust of dreams, A luminous trace that is lost in the galactic depths of time. Memories, our falling comets, scattered in the cold wind of infinity, Embracing the earth like a wave of magic and nostalgia, Better to be ethereal voices echoing in the cosmic silence, To be ghosts singing their own rebirth, In a universe that does not ask, does not seek, only eternally transforms. Our ashes, enchanted dust, scattered in the forests Of eternal forgetfulness, where trees embrace the sky and rivers always flow towards the stellar seas, Without regrets, without complaints, just a magical equation revealed by eternity.
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