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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Whispers from the depths embrace my soul like a sea retreating in secrecy, I feel that the end is just a threshold to other worlds where dreams unravel, My world shatters into shards of stars, into the dust of time that floats gently, But an inner voice sings to me that I am sculpted from the stone of an immortal god. Sometimes I hear echoes telling me that I am a slave to the shadows dancing in the night, My destiny is to dwell in darkness, to befriend whispers, Yet a sacred fire ignites within me, whispering that I am a cosmic eagle, Soaring above the unknown, in the infinite sky, bold and mystical. Sometimes my soul refuses to grow, sinking into cold labyrinths, But an impulse awakens it, urging it to color its wings in dozens of hues. I lament the fruits of my decisions, the shadows cast on the paths of life, I walk alone on empty roads, where tears become rivers flowing down my cheeks, But then their drying brings peace, and my nostrils become dry winds, A voice whispers that mistakes are merely signs of our journey, Scars that make us more human, badges of battles fought with ourselves. In my world of fire, where failures are nuggets of gold deeply hidden, A silent whisper reminds me that I have always succeeded in dancing among the stars, That chaos is a celebration of unseen victories, of unceasing flight. Sometimes I lose myself in the depths of my mind, an ocean without shores, without salvation, But I remember that I am a polymath, a champion of dreams not yet fulfilled.
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