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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depths of night, when stars lament their solitude and the moon veils her face in clouds, I sink into the ocean of silence, into the weight of nothingness that enfolds me like a second skin. I drift through days as a shadow among shadows, unseen, unchanged, bearing the burden of existence like an invisible cloak, a veil of melancholy. Silence becomes my music, a song of lost souls in life's labyrinth, and I surrender to its rhythm, a waltz of shadows dancing in the abyss of thoughts. I exist only in the moments when silence becomes word, a whisper of eternity, and I let myself be carried by the current of memories, by the waves of oblivion, into a world where stars are tears of gods, falling into the abyss of night. It is enough to be thus, a speck of dust in the moonlight, a dream lost in reverie, for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic. In silence I find solace, in nothingness I find meaning, and I let myself be carried by the stream of consciousness, a river of thoughts and emotions, towards the shores of oblivion, where all is lost and all is found. I am a shadow among shadows, an echo of echoes, yet in my silence there is a whole world, a universe of dreams and melancholy. It is enough to exist thus, in this space of in-between, where reality and dream intertwine, where being and non-being meet, for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic, a dance of the soul in the abyss of night.
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