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In a silent world, where dreams are woven like an unseen tapestry

In a silent world, where dreams are woven like an unseen tapestry, Artists draw with untamed longing edifices of light reaching towards the heavens, In the twilight of consciousness where thoughts ignite like smoldering flames, Sculpting in the silence of time unseen cathedrals of change. Politics weaves its illusions like a spider’s web in forgotten corners, But artists transform reality into poetry, time, and eternity, Poetry becomes an ethereal pursuit piercing through the fog of silence, In a world where truth is discovered in color and vibrating sound. In the quiet of creation, where each note is a smoldering flame of dream, Artists live change with every step, with every stroke of the brush, Building bridges from dream and fantasy between hearts divided by time, Politics lags behind, weary, trying to grasp the ceaseless vision. Like stars in the night, guides shining in the darkness of forgetfulness, Artists are spirits in unending flight, seeking pure truths, Igniting sparks of light in the souls of those who watch with longing, Knowing that true change comes from hearts burning with pure passion.

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