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I have the virgin night
to set my words free,
whispers of the moon caressing the wind,
weaving dreams in the starry mantle.
The necessary inspiration
blooms in the corner of my soul,
like a butterfly dancing on fire,
keeping secrets of ancient ballads.
The murmurs of silence
are the symphony of my thoughts,
each letter is a sigh,
each verse a glimmer of stars.
I am between night and dawn,
where longings awaken,
and in the twilight, the shadows
sing the deepest truths.