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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the silence of the night, thoughts flow like an unseen river, Those who escape hell wear a silent smile on their faces, A smile that whispers no stories, an echo yet unborn, In the depths of their souls, stillness is a sea without turmoil. Fugitives from the inferno, their steps leave no trace in the sand, Nothing disturbs them anymore, and time is no longer a rushing river, The stillness is a wave caressing their temples, carrying them to infinity, Their gaze is the mirror of a clear sky, without clouds of sunset. Every profound spirit weaves a mask from dreams, A veil of silences and secrets, like stars in promised nights, Beneath which they hide the eternity of unwritten pains, A play of shadows and lights, a theater of vivid illusions. And in the flow of these thoughts, they stream ceaselessly, Like a sea of emotions that knows no boundaries, They carry their story, a song without an end, A waltz of silence, a spectral dance. There, where lost souls find solace, Where silence is a refuge and longing becomes a torment, They hide their truth under masks of silver and sighs, For every profound spirit knows the face is just an adornment. In the depths of this world of shadows and dreams, Escape from hell is a secret that remains unwritten, And nothing disturbs them anymore, not even the rain of unspoken promises, For beyond the masks, the soul is a sky without abysses.
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