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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed, poets remain forever outside of time, a kind of travelers through the labyrinth of thought, with eyes open to dreams that others have long closed in the chest of forgetfulness. They are the shadows that dance on the walls of ancient citadels of imagination, carrying with them the echo of eras that no longer believe in the miracles whispered by the stars. In each verse, they hide ancient secrets, like a summer rain that reminds us of childhood lost among the tambourine sounds of hope. Why do we hold on to the anchors that prevent us from drifting in all directions? Why do we remain silent when our souls scream to break free from the prison of our own fears? Perhaps we are afraid to lose ourselves in the vastness of the unknown, but perhaps only by truly losing ourselves will we find the way to ourselves. In the abyss of uncertainty, where light meets darkness, we can be reborn from the ashes of our own doubts, like Phoenix birds carrying in their wings the burden and beauty of eternity. Poets are thus always anachronistic, always absurd, but through their absurdity, they become the most contemporary, for they understand that time is nothing but a circle that encompasses us all, and in the heart of this circle, we live, love, and lose ourselves to find ourselves again in a world that no longer knows how to dream.
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