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"The Symphony of Shadows"
Start writing...In the theater of existence, where stars compose the score, We dance upon the stage of time, seeking evermore. Each heartbeat strikes a note, in life's grand symphony, A melody of moments, echoing infinity. We don masks of joy and sorrow, in this endless play, Hiding truths beneath the surface, day by fleeting day. Yet shadows cast by candlelight reveal our hidden face, A tapestry of dreams and fears, woven into lace. Through corridors of choices, we wander and we roam, Seeking paths to purpose, far from hearth and home. Each turn a new enigma, each step a question posed, In the maze of meaning, where answers are enclosed. Gaze into the looking glass, see the soul within, Reflections of the self we are, and who we've never been. The mirror whispers secrets, of truths we dare not speak, Revealing strength in vulnerability, the power of the meek. Climb the peaks of passion, descend the vales of doubt, Traverse the plains of patience, where silence learns to shout. Embrace the storm's crescendo, the calm that follows strife, For in the dance of chaos, we find the rhythm of life. . The Epipen stars align in silence, and time suspends its flight, We glimpse the threads connecting all, in the tapestry of night. A momentary clarity, a fleeting, shining ray, Illuminating purpose, guiding us on our way. As curtains fall on final acts, and echoes fade to hush, We leave behind our footprints, in time's eternal crush. Yet in the hearts we've kindled, the songs we've set alight,
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
TRICKLES OF TIME
1/We are trickles of time that fall off freely together with the ticking seconds leaving behind numbers. Naked amidst the busyness named as days...We are wanderers of fate that intertwine tackle the rivers of destiny. And never be able to digest the future.; Because we are just God's Boatswhich never the ends. Looking for its own estuary.2/We humans are mortal beings. 'Always stammering spelling the word love in prayers'. Going from one silence to another (feeling happy). Then the world is like a mirage full of expectations. We humans walk the road in thirst. We are humans travel the distance, on a path built from the desires of others (feeling alienated).
By Shafa Ichwanusabout a year ago in Poets
