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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depths of the night, where the moon weaves dreams from silver threads, I find myself in a labyrinth of the soul, a realm of shadows and light, Where generosity and fear intertwine into an ethereal tapestry, And my deeds are echoes of hidden truths. In a garden of illusions, I sow stars of hope, But I wonder if they shine from love or from fear, Each gesture, a flower of light or a thorn of doubt, In this garden of my consciousness, where everything converges. When I extend a hand, is it a bridge of light or a canvas of shadows? When I smile, is it from purity or to hide the void within me? Ah, how hard it is to decode the rainbow of emotions, When every color is an illusion, a chimera of the mind. Like a crystal river, my conscience flows through valleys of desires and hesitations, Each wave a whispered story, a mystery to be unraveled, Generosity spreads its angelic wings, But in its shadow, indifference sharpens its demon claws. In every action, I find a paradox of existence, A duality that envelops me like a veil of mist, And I lose myself in this continuous flow of thoughts, A wanderer lost on the path of self-discovery. Ah, how hard it is to truly know yourself, When good and evil dance in an eternal waltz, A game of mirrors where each reflection is an enigma, And the truth hides in the mysterious corners of the soul. And yet, in this mystical quest, A melancholic beauty is born, In the attempt to decipher the intricate maps of the self, To find light in the darkness, meaning in the chaos. I let myself be carried by this river of consciousness, A stream of thoughts flowing through me, without end, In the hope that, one day, I will find the answer, And understand whether I am a generous soul or just a prisoner of shadows.
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