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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the shattered mirror of a distorted truth, we dance with misty shadows, Stepping on thin ropes woven from lies and hollow hopes. Greed, our gilded god, whispers poisoned promises in moonless nights, While wisdom lies chained in dungeons of ignorance and fear. Division digs trenches in our souls, separating us like an icy sea, Unity is but a trembling mirage on the distant horizon of consciousness. The sharp thoughts of the ego-centric mind cut like obsidian blades, Leaving deep scars on the fragile skin of the silent heart. Words flow like a turbulent river, carrying fragments of truth, They clash against rocks of indifference and are lost in the whirlpool of forgetfulness. We are actors in an absurd play, with masks glued to our faces, Playing roles imposed by a society blind to its own madness. The wisdom of the heart is a rare flower, trampled by the rushing crowd, In the mad chase after plastic illusions and prefabricated happiness. Reality unravels like a dream at dawn, leaving only echoes behind, And we remain suspended between illusion and truth, vainly seeking the lost balance. Oh, world of cruel contrasts, where light and darkness embrace, When will we learn to listen to the gentle whisper of the heart amidst the clamor of the mind? Perhaps one day, the thin veil of lies will dissipate like morning mist, And we will rediscover the simple beauty of truth, hidden within ourselves.
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