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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Slow Death or the Silence of the Old World In the twilight of a bygone era, Where echoes of past times still whisper, Ancient trees murmur the secrets of celestial winds, And silence, a heavy shroud, envelops the remnants of a forgotten realm. Time here flows like a languid river, Each tick of the grandfather clock A solemn reminder of a world slowly fading away, Its heartbeat weak but insistent, In the quiet air of nostalgia’s embrace. Cobblestone streets, etched with the footprints of countless souls, Now stand deserted, like the pages of an unwritten book, Buildings, once alive with laughter and stories, Stand as silent sentinels, their windows like eyes, watching, remembering. The air is thick with the scent of history, Each breath a journey into the sepia-toned past, Where voices once wove a tapestry of tales, Now replaced by the soft murmur of the timeless wind. In this sacred space, the old world dies a slow and sacred death, Its essence dissolving into the ethereal mist, Yet within this profound silence lies a hidden beauty, A melancholic grace that sings to the soul. Here, the past and present entwine in a delicate waltz, A dance of shadows and light, of memory and desire, Where the silence of the old world Transforms into a symphony of forgotten dreams. As the sun sets, casting its golden, ethereal light, The world is bathed in a gentle, nostalgic glow, A reminder that, even in the deepest silence, There are stories waiting to be unearthed, to be cherished. In the silence of this ancient world, Where the ephemeral and the eternal embrace, We find a poignant truth: That, even in the quietest corners, The heart of history beats on, whispering its timeless song.
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