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With a blank mind I find myself today,
without words flowing with love,
searching for a single, unparalleled theme,
in the shadows of the night at the end.
The whisper of the wind brings distant echoes,
memories of a time that used to shine,
but the silence in my chest is deep,
like a river that can't swim.
I want to paint in the air my dreams,
to give life to the verses that nest in me,
that each letter is a sparkle of life,
a song of hope that exists again.
With a blank mind I find myself today,
but I do not despair, I will bloom,
because in every emptiness there is a heartbeat,
and in every beat, a poem to be born.