In the quiet moments of our past, Echoes linger, shadows cast. Time moves on, but memories stay, Whispered tales of yesterday.
Paths diverge, as they must do, Yet traces of the old remain true. In the folds of time's own thread, We find the echoes that we've shed.
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Dimensional Doodles
PoesíaThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
