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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the heart of twilight, shadows murmur ancient incantations, a silent symphony echoes through the corridors of my soul, how can I begin anew, with the weight of past days clinging to my heart, roots entangled in memories, ever-present, yet invisible. Through the corridors of wind-swept times, I wander, a pilgrim lost in the vastness of my own histories, each moment a pearl on a golden thread, its brilliance heavy, a chain of yesterdays binding my wings, a song of lingering shadows. Dawn is a promise, an untouched canvas, but my fingers tremble, stained with the ink of the past, how can I paint tomorrow’s rays, when the sunset still persists, its colors bleeding into the dawn sky, a silent protest against the birth of something new. In the garden of my mind, old flowers wither, their bittersweet perfume, the memory of another time, each petal a turned page, a lived story, how can new buds burst forth, when the soil is saturated with echoes of past days, roots deeply imprinted in the sacred earth. The river of time flows, an eternal current, yet in its depths, the shadows of yesterday swim, how to navigate these waters, to find a new beginning, when the undertow of the past pulls at my heart, its whispers a siren song, drawing me back to shores paved with fragments of who I once was. But perhaps, in this dance of shadows and light, there lies a hidden grace, a gentle acceptance, that echoes of yesterday need not be chains, but threads woven into the tapestry of my becoming, each memory a brushstroke, not a burden, a part of the whole, the story revealed. For the moon rises as the sun sets, an eternal cycle, and in this cosmic rhythm, I too can find my place, how to begin anew, I wonder, embracing the symphony of past days, letting them sing, but not define the melody, for in the depths of the heart, possibility blooms, a phoenix reborn from the ashes of what once was.
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