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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a world shrouded in the mist of memories, time unravels like a silk thread caught between the fingers of a hand trembling under the weight of the past, and I wonder who I was and who I will never be again, for as moments slip away, I become a stranger to my own story, a shadow that light no longer recognizes, lost in the echo of a voice resounding from the abyss of times past, like a forgotten song. What I had and will never have again, what I felt and will never feel, for the love of yesteryear is now an extinguished star in the sky of my soul, and the dead who loved me when I was a child are today just whispers in the cold wind of memory, shadows dancing on the edge of a river of forgetfulness, and when I think of them, my entire being chills as if I were an ice island adrift on the ocean of time, without anchor, without lighthouse. I feel like an exile from every heart, a lonely soul wandering through the night of my own self, searching for that lost warmth that will never return, and I cry out like a beggar at the closed silence of every door, seemingly seeking an escape from the labyrinth of melancholy, but only the echo of my steps resounds in the darkness, accompanying the unseen tears born from the longing to rediscover that lost world. In this flow of thoughts and sensations, I return always to the same images, the same beloved faces that are now just shadows and dreams, and I wonder if I will ever find the way back to that lost innocence, to those days when the future was just a promise and not a burden, when my heart knew neither the weight of regrets nor the bitter taste of lost time, and thus I continue to search, to hope, to weep.
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