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The Poet of Forgotten Words

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Części 36
Czas 41m

The Poet of Forgotten Words"

There was a man who spoke in rhymes, his words a tapestry of forgotten times. They called him the Poet of Forgotten Words, for he remembered verses from worlds unheard. A silent figure watched from the shadows, his eyes alight with untold tales. His poems spoke of love and loss, of battles won and rivers crossed. His words were a balm, a soothing presence that brought calm. My silence was his narrative, each gesture a chapter, each glance a verse. He felt my stories in his soul, a silent symphony of life's untold.




It's the inner journey through the unknown, the determination to keep questioning, learning, and growing, even when the path is obscured by doubt or difficulty.

It's a testament to the human spirit's capacity for hope and its unyielding quest for answers.  
                                                                                                                              It's a dance on the edge...for wisdom.. to glimpse truth beyond the veil.Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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