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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the thread of time unravels like a spider's web in the wind of memory, I wonder how each stroke on the canvas of the soul becomes a kaleidoscope, A verse etched into the flesh of the dream, an image of a vibrant world, While the shadows of evening unfold like the pages of a journal forgotten in an attic. Like a tree grown from the roots of memories, I stretch my branches toward the sky loaded with fantastic constellations, A vast silence, like a sleeping city, where echoes blend in the moonlight. Art is not a shield but a labyrinth of thoughts, A mirror reflecting the deepest corners of the subconscious, Revealing deep wounds, hidden under layers of dreams and nostalgia. As I approach the end of the road, I feel how the skin becomes a page of fine paper, Through which stories are seen more clearly, A dance of vulnerability, a ritual of dreamlike sincerity, In which I strip away all masks, one by one, Until only the essence remains, pure, complex, unaltered. It's like an abyss of one's own thoughts, A flow of images and sounds, a stream of intertwined emotions, Carrying fragments of past days, unfulfilled dreams, lost loves. In this stream of consciousness that embraces me, I wonder what will remain when everything is revealed, When words are silent, and only their echo dances among the shadows of memories. Perhaps I will be nothing more than a stray sentence in an unread book, A whisper of wind lifting the dust of thoughts. Or maybe I will be a silent song, a universe hidden in someone else's heart, A fragment of the dream of a world that no longer exists.
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