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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the twilight of a crystalline night, under the rounded silence of moonlight, my thoughts flow like a river struggling within the banks of a poet's heart – they become an endless stream of melancholy, of extinguished stars and untouched dreams. There, where the echo of silence speaks, the inner voice whispers fragments of hidden truth, and each word breathes in the rhythm of my troubled soul's pulse. When I looked into the mirror of time, I felt the unshared desire of the world to become the poet they would wish for, to answer the call of a faceless crowd, but then, in that moment, I knew – true poetry knows no compromise. For in a world of cheerful or sad merchants, you encounter empty faces, without luster, without true love for forms sculpted from the soul's sighs. A merchant of illusions, clinging to the demands of monotonous days, loses the priceless joy of pure creation, of living each drop of color spilled on the canvas of oblivion. In the depths of my troubled heart, unattainable dreams dance, I paint imperfect but sincere images, for deep truth cannot be bought. And I find myself, poor in wealth, but rich in the joy misunderstood by many, that happy poverty that nourishes the entire universe of my own thoughts. The light in the gaze of an authentic poet shines in the darkness of the world, for he creates not for the pleasure of others, but for the eternal fire of his own passion. I weave my wings from the fabric of my dreams and fly freely, above a world that may never understand me, but I, deep within, know that true poetry seeks its own language and rhythm – without chains, without demands, simply, sublimely. Reality is painfully sweet, a scent of melancholy soaked in the twilight of each lost day, and thus, poor but happy, I remain a poet – a wandering heart, a soul searching for itself in every word, in every note, in every color.
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