A reflection of soul, rhythm, and the languages time forgot.
Whispers in the silence, born beyond the name,
Echoes of a fire no time could ever tame.
Steps within the ether, feet upon no ground,
Truth is just a silence when no one is around.
I called the stars my mirror bright,
But found their blaze too cold for night.
Still I write with ash and thread,
From burning heart the verses bled.
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