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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the silence of the night, when cities sleep under the veil of illusion, People tread the paths of lies with heavy steps, Embracing the shadows of the day that have slipped onto the pavements, A theater of the absurd, where everyone is both actor and spectator, Reflecting in the empty shop windows of an alienated existence. They look to the sky, but the sky is merely a leaden curtain, And the stars are extinguished, like dreams lost at dawn. People wear their masks like suspended souls, Tied with invisible strings to a system that dances, To a deaf music, echoing like a memory's whisper. But deep in every soul smolders a fire, A desire for truth, to break the invisible chains, To face the mirror that shows only distorted reflections, A silent protest of hearts that still believe in light, Though they are shrouded in the fog of a long-lost reality. This is the involuntary plan of a fallen humanity, A map of personal failure, stretched across the horizon, Where each step is another road to the same destiny, Yet even in the fall, there is a melancholic beauty, A swan song of hope that will never die. In this stream of consciousness, a silent magic is born, A dance of words whispering freedom, For in the depths of the soul, truth still breathes, Waiting to be discovered, to be embraced, In a world that will be reborn from its own ashes.
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