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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the deep night, when the moon weaves silver threads over the sleeping earth, I wander through the old alleys of memory, where the shadows of the past merge with the clouds of the present. Encountering a verse from a mysterious and forgotten book, I feel the cold penetrate deep into the marrow of my bones, And no flame, no matter how bright, could banish the frost that envelops me. It is as if the top of my head has been opened, letting the winds rustle through my mind, Blowing memories and emotions like dry leaves through a September forest. What cruel magic is this, that makes me tremble under the weight of words, I wonder, as the pages turn like the wings of a bird trapped in the cage of silence. The letters flow, a river of black ink pouring into the ocean of my soul, Creating waves crashing against the shores of consciousness, shaking my being to its depths. It is as if time were a canvas stretched on a loom, And each word a thread of light and shadow, weaving my story into an ancient and mysterious tapestry. In that moment, in that instant suspended between reality and dream, I know I have found poetry, That gateway to unknown universes, where each verse whispers the secrets of the heart. And though the cold embraces me, and ice pierces my skin, I understand that the magic of words is what gives life to both cold and warmth. In a mystical dance, I lose myself in the labyrinth of letters, Touching the edge of eternity with my fingertips, And although the world remains silent around me, in my heart erupts a symphony of feelings, And I know, without a doubt, that what I feel is poetry.
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