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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the cosmic silence of the night, when the stars weave stories on the dark sky, I wonder where my place is in this vastness of dreams and shadows. If the earth calls me home, why do I tremble under the weight of birth, like a mountain feeling its stones weep under the burden of time? If my family is a tree of life, why do its green leaves vanish when I bleed in the silence of the night, and I remain like a dry branch in the storm of destiny, watching as they drift away? Why, when my soul falls like a sandcastle swept away by the sea, do I see only their shadows fleeing to unknown horizons? And if I belong to myself, why do my thoughts swarm like a cloud of fireflies in the night of my mind, whispering that I am nothing, the last leaf, forgotten by the wind that once caressed it? They mock my strength like the wind mocks a leaf, they scorn each breath like a blizzard does a pale fire, calling my kindness a theater of death, where the curtain falls on an unwritten ending. If I belong to no one, not even myself, whom should I ask to open the gates of heaven and release my spirit trapped in a cage of mist? Am I a stranger in my own skin, a ghost knocking on dream gates, where I will never be welcomed? Tell me, where should I begin, when every place I run to whispers that I am a grain of sand in a broken hourglass, a traveler lost among constellations, seeking a place in a world that tells me I belong nowhere?
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