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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings, I venture to the hidden realms of the soul, where nostalgia weaves its web, Like a melancholic treasure gathered through the ages, in the cities of the faithless, In the ghettos of silence, in the sunsets of the steppes, in the dreams of those who yearned for you, Jerusalem, by the waters of Babylon, where longing becomes song and memory, a tale. What else have you been, Israel, but that desire to save, like a beacon in the fog of time, Preserving your magical and ancient book, your ceremonies as sacred incantations, Your solitude with God, like a cathedral of silence amidst the world's tumult. But no, the oldest of nations is reborn evermore as a youthful tremor, You did not tempt people with the gardens of Eden or the glimmer of the vanity of gold, But with tireless labor on a besieged land, like a dream taking shape at dawn. Wordlessly, Israel whispered to them: Forget who you are and who you have been, like a leaf carried by the wind of change, Forget the person you were in those lands that gave you their mornings and evenings, Lands that are now only echoes in memory, where you need not look back longingly. You will forget your father's language and learn the tongue of Paradise, like a music of beginnings. On this river of thoughts, I let myself be carried, Feeling how each word becomes a falling star in the night of eternity, Building a new realm where memories are but delicate shadows, And the present, a field of hopes blooming under the light of a new dawn, The future, an unknown language awaiting discovery in the silence of a prayer, Here, at the edge of time, we reinvent ourselves with each step, And learn the art of living without looking back, For in forgetting, rebirth is born, and in rebirth, eternity.
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