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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the deep silence of the night, when the stars sing their longing for light, I find myself floating among the shadows of unfulfilled dreams, lost. Breath becomes an esoteric rhythm, an incantation of life and death, While my mind whispers like an echo from forgotten depths: breathe. The night is an ocean of thoughts, a labyrinth of unrest and fears, Where each breath becomes a ritual of silent survival. I try to rest, but with every moment I awaken in another world, Lost between the heartbeats and the whispers of time, always attentive. Shadows carry my steps through the chambers of memory, like a dance of the soul, Each step an incantation, each thought a search for hidden meaning. In cosmic solitude, my connection with the universe becomes fragile, Like a silver thread linking dream to reality, light to darkness. Each breath is a portion of eternity, a whisper of the infinite, And the night reveals to me the secrets of time, of unknown existence. I wander like a ghost within my own being, seeking impossible rest, Caught between sacred breaths and profound thoughts, seeking peace. Darkness becomes a dance partner, a guide through the chaos of existence, And I, the seeker of meaning, lose and find myself in its rhythms. In this stream of consciousness, where time loses its shape, I surrender to the waves of thoughts, in an endless journey. Thus, in the heart of the night, when the stars tell their silent stories, I always return to myself, to the endless quest for tranquility, A pilgrim of dreams, crossing unknown realms of the soul, For in the cosmic chaos there is always a thread of light guiding me.
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