Echoes of the infinite
By Yutka
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Listen, can you hear it?
A symphony formed,
each note a soft breath
from the shadows of lost lives,
the myriad of worlds
that have come,
then slipped into the silence.
Stars sparkle like memories,
their light,
a reminder of something once bright,
flickering in the vast dark,
a reminder of faces,
voices,
dreams that filled the void
and left no trace.
Time expands,
dust and echoes swirling -
a harmony of notes and hopes,
carried on the cosmic wind,
swelling, fading, like wishes cast
into an endless night,
where once, laughter and joy ruled,
but now, only silence reigns.
I'm a mapmaker
a mapmaker, sketching the heart's uncharted shores
with the ink of old dreams,
drawing lines between
loneliness and love,
mapping the heavy weight of questions,
the load we all carry,
with gentle strokes
lessons learned in shadowed corners.
Each star a flicker,
each echo a heartbeat,
reminding us we're not alone,
bound by threads unseen,
woven like songs through the fabric of being-
each life a note,
melodies crashing and colliding,
floating and fading
into the expanse of forever.
And as the music loops back,
we stand still for a moment,
breathless at the wonder,
spellbound by the cosmic ballet,
the dance of existence,
a poetry we write
with every heartbeat,
with every thought.
Can you feel it?
The pull of the infinite,
the echoes of what has been,
a reminder that here,
in this vast sea of stars,
we are all stitches in one grand quilt,
forever sewn, forever bound,
echoing through the dark,
in a symphony
that never ends.
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Very positive
Very positive, optimistic, inspiring , "Listen, can you hear it? A symphony formed",, "in a symphony that never ends".
I like all your poems - a lot. Great minds think alike! Still have yet to check up the link.
Keep well! Tom
As for the text box, all I can think is try to delete and completely repost the whole thing. Of course then you lose the comments. Just the one? I don't think you should bothr with it.
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