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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This morning, I packed my soul into a backpack worn by unfulfilled dreams, Leaving behind the noise of the city that grinds my existence like a rusty windmill. I set out on unknown roads, where silence weaves spider webs between reality and dreams, And my shadow dances alone on the hot asphalt, like a memory from a future that will never come. In dusty cafes, where time flows more slowly than the bitter coffee in chipped cups, I photograph my solitude with an old camera that captures more soul than image. I am a stranger among strangers, a traveler through my own scattered thoughts like autumn leaves, While the sunrise paints its daily masterpiece on the canvas of the sky, just for me and silence. I run through forests where the echo of my steps turns into unwritten poetry, Chasing the mist that whispers stories of all the paths I have yet to take. From ephemeral flowers, I weave royal crowns that die with the sunset, While the wind steals strands of my hair and fragments of memories, scattering them into infinity. I leave small pieces of myself behind in places I will never see again, Meeting mirror-souls in which I see the reflection of my own loneliness for a fleeting moment. In the silence of this pilgrimage, I feel time flowing through me like sand through a broken hourglass, Wondering if these fragments of existence will be enough to warm my eternity.
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