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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At the height of happiness, I spoke of unheard music, a secret symphony, and so what? if only I could live in continuous ecstasy, shaping the body of the poem, with my very being, saving each phrase with the days and weeks of my life, imbuing the poetry with my breath, feeding the letters of every word, pure offering, in this ceremony of living, a dance of the soul through eternal verses, where every inspiration becomes a flame burning with the desire for creation, where every word finds its place in a universe of whispered metaphors, where time dissolves into an amalgam of boundless emotions and experiences, and the world becomes an altar of ecstasy, a sanctuary of eternal happiness. I wish to embrace the entire cosmos of poetry with my arms, shimmering, to give it form and life from my essence, to offer it my breath as a gift, to let my heart beat with the rhythms of words, to lose and to win, in a battle of pure ecstasy, where every letter is a falling star, where every verse is a river of endless desires, flowing through time, where each stanza is born from the desire to live in the purity of the moment, like unheard music, vibrating in the silence of a dreaming heart. Thus, I live, creating and breathing, swirling in the dance of life, in a ceremony of words and time, a dance of poetry and dreaming, where I become the poetry itself, a body of metaphors and sounds born from dreams, an offering to happiness, an eternal song whispered in the mystery of an infinite world.
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