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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Autumn weaves its hair from silken clouds, falling quietly, The dream seeps through bronze shadows, seeking another horizon. Rust dances on leaves, like a waltz of stars fallen into slumber, In a brilliant paradox, goodness entwines with an affront. The moon tears across the skies, like an echo of frozen silences, Dew is an alchemist turning windows into tears of crystal. I gaze through the eyes of time, a shadow in forgotten worlds, And you, solitary traveler, are no one's dream, an ideal. Under a silver sky, trains carry memories toward oblivion, The moon rises like a verse from a never-ending poem. A hazy setting, the refrain of an unrelenting longing, A shattered mirror between us, a labyrinth where we got lost. The refrain is born from moonlit sunsets, a brilliant paradox, In the coming morning, we will find each other in fading light. The bridge has broken, but the dream persists, a storm of colors, The night of resistance envelops us, yet still, the dream does not die. In autumn's mysterious veil, crickets sing a solemn song, The icon of the sky watches over us with its sapphire silence. The moon lays its light over us like a gentle poem, And yet, in the darkness, your light remains a wonder. I condemn myself to a refrain of silence, an unfathomable paradox, In the arms of the night, the dream calls us, an echo of longing. You smell of moon and autumn, a fragrance of decomposed mystery, And the refrain, defeated by time, becomes a song without echo, without decor.
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