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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When poets fall into silence, humanity will lose not just its voice, but the very essence of Life, soaked in the pain of fallen kin, surrounded by the tumult of fears that dance like shadows on the cold stone-like asphalt, a poet dips their pen in tears of silver. He had a name, a name that echoed like the dream lost in twilight. The son of a mother rose to be counted, in times when voices faded like flames under water, indoctrinated to a point of numbness, a deep sleep of reason. A poet observes and stands firm, a beacon in the midst of the storm, a name that cannot be forgotten. No statue will rise in his name, for he was not the first man fallen like a leaf in the wind's breath, at the next call of civil unrest, the poet’s words become balm for unseen wounds, soothing the pain that burns beneath the skin. He has a name, his cry reverberates through time, a silent song that will not perish when poetry becomes the air we breathe, and silence, an ocean of forgetfulness. When the ink dries, the soul becomes a blank canvas, but the name remains, like a whisper of the wind, a silent cry of those who were and are, a light in the night. Who will then bear the burden of silence, who will watch over the memories and unfulfilled dreams? When verses no longer flow, who will weave the songs of life, who will give voice to the voiceless? Time waits for no one and forgives not, but the name, the name will remain engraved in the hearts of those who dare to remember, a guiding beacon in the sea of forgetfulness.
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