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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Under a sky of forgetting, a red apple whispers unwritten tales, Under the serpent's gaze, the secret spreads like a canvas of dreams, The fruit, like a bittersweet paradox, hides a fatal game, In the dance of shadows, promises weave into a ritual. The bright red of the apple is like a fire consuming silence, Honeyed whispers flow in the night, promising liberation, The serpent coils like a thought that knows no end, Tempting with illusions that ensnare the wandering soul. Its ebony gaze penetrates like an unknown shiver, Like a cat losing one of its lives of old, Light dresses in shadows, and willpower yields with a sigh, When unseen power kneels a pure soul. The awakening is an echo of a dream that always repeats, The garden, the serpent, and the tree are ghosts in an ancient tale, Drenched in sweat, the memory of the lost dream drowns, Her olive-green gaze brings the peace of a kiss. In the contrast of times, reality breaks in two, His hand gets lost in her hair, black as a new night, An enigmatic smile guides hopes through the mist, Questions arise from answers that remain secretly kept. In the end, the cold revelation pierces like a lucid thought: The dream is but a shadow of what we think we know, In the labyrinth of knowledge, we lose and find ourselves again, And in the waking sleep of life, truth is a wandering dream.
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