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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depths of the night, when shadows dance like free spirits, With eyes wide open to the darkness, we seek the light hidden in dreams, No, we do not need more sleep, for our souls are the ones that are weary, Of the unfulfilled songs of lost desires, of the echoes of a forgotten time. We need nature, of forests whispering old stories, of rivers singing in the moonlight, We need magic, of sparks from falling stars that ignite fires in our hearts, We need adventure, to feel the earth's pulse beneath our feet like a sacred dance, We need freedom, to soar like birds of fire, to lose and find ourselves in the horizon. Truth hides in the deep silence of the mountains, where the wind whispers ancient incantations, In the murmur of rivers carrying the secrets of the depths, in the dance of leaves under the moonlight, There, in the heart of the wilderness, we find enchanted mirrors of our souls, There we rediscover lost roots, the silent truth of our existence. We need no more sleep, but awakening, The opening of our eyes to the miracles hidden in each moment, Living each moment with the intensity of a lucid dream, To feel the thrill of life in every breath, in every heartbeat. We sleep in our beds of worries and turmoil, We wrap ourselves in blankets of routine and conformity, But our true need is to awaken, To rise and dance under the stars of the night, to ascend towards the heavens. In the flow of this thought, each step becomes an incantation, Every breath, a poem of longing and hope, Each moment, a chance to be reborn, to feel, For life has never been about slumber, but about living. Only when we understand poetry, do we truly awaken, Only when we feel the verses coursing through our veins like magical elixirs, When metaphors become guiding stars in the night of the soul, Then, and only then, are we truly alive.
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