Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
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Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.
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Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.
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Hark, in yonder forest glade, where shadows deep,A coven of witches doth their circle keep,Their chants and spells, a haunting refrain,Doth call forth the Blue Phoenix's fiery mane.With eyes shut tight and hands entwined,Their hearts doth beat as one, a power enshrined,And from their lips doth pour forth magic bright,A great force, born of ancient mystic might.The Blue Phoenix, with flames that doth ignite,Doth rise from embers bright, a wondrous sight,Its feathers shimmer like a flare of blue,And with its wings, it takes to flight anew.The trees around doth sway and bend,As the Blue Phoenix's Flames doth transcend,The coven's power, with it, doth imbue,A magic that only they are privy to.For they are the keepers of the ancient lore,The Blue Phoenix Coven, wise forevermore,Their magic, a mystery to all but four,And only the worthy, shall ever know the score.So, when thou wanderest in the forest deep,And the wind whispers secrets thou dost seek to keep,Listen close, for thou mayest hear the sweep,Of the Blue Phoenix's Flames, its magic to reap.
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Hark, in yonder forest glade, where shadows deep,A coven of witches doth their circle keep,Their chants and spells, a haunting refrain,Doth call forth the Blue Phoenix's fiery mane.With eyes shut tight and hands entwined,Their hearts doth beat as one, a power enshrined,And from their lips doth pour forth magic bright,A great force, born of ancient mystic might.The Blue Phoenix, with flames that doth ignite,Doth rise from embers bright, a wondrous sight,Its feathers shimmer like a flare of blue,And with its wings, it takes to flight anew.The trees around doth sway and bend,As the Blue Phoenix's Flames doth transcend,The coven's power, with it, doth imbue,A magic that only they are privy to.For they are the keepers of the ancient lore,The Blue Phoenix Coven, wise forevermore,Their magic, a mystery to all but four,And only the worthy, shall ever know the score.So, when thou wanderest in the forest deep,And the wind whispers secrets thou dost seek to keep,Listen close, for thou mayest hear the sweep,Of the Blue Phoenix's Flames, its magic to reap.
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Hark, in yonder forest glade, where shadows deep,A coven of witches doth their circle keep,Their chants and spells, a haunting refrain,Doth call forth the Blue Phoenix's fiery mane.With eyes shut tight and hands entwined,Their hearts doth beat as one, a power enshrined,And from their lips doth pour forth magic bright,A great force, born of ancient mystic might.The Blue Phoenix, with flames that doth ignite,Doth rise from embers bright, a wondrous sight,Its feathers shimmer like a flare of blue,And with its wings, it takes to flight anew.The trees around doth sway and bend,As the Blue Phoenix's Flames doth transcend,The coven's power, with it, doth imbue,A magic that only they are privy to.For they are the keepers of the ancient lore,The Blue Phoenix Coven, wise forevermore,Their magic, a mystery to all but four,And only the worthy, shall ever know the score.So, when thou wanderest in the forest deep,And the wind whispers secrets thou dost seek to keep,Listen close, for thou mayest hear the sweep,Of the Blue Phoenix's Flames, its magic to reap.
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Hark, in yonder forest glade, where shadows deep,A coven of witches doth their circle keep,Their chants and spells, a haunting refrain,Doth call forth the Blue Phoenix's fiery mane.With eyes shut tight and hands entwined,Their hearts doth beat as one, a power enshrined,And from their lips doth pour forth magic bright,A great force, born of ancient mystic might.The Blue Phoenix, with flames that doth ignite,Doth rise from embers bright, a wondrous sight,Its feathers shimmer like a flare of blue,And with its wings, it takes to flight anew.The trees around doth sway and bend,As the Blue Phoenix's Flames doth transcend,The coven's power, with it, doth imbue,A magic that only they are privy to.For they are the keepers of the ancient lore,The Blue Phoenix Coven, wise forevermore,Their magic, a mystery to all but four,And only the worthy, shall ever know the score.So, when thou wanderest in the forest deep,And the wind whispers secrets thou dost seek to keep,Listen close, for thou mayest hear the sweep,Of the Blue Phoenix's Flames, its magic to reap.
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Ba Yaya, a poet and book editor since 1980. A native of Northern Henan, now living in Beijing. Poems have been published in literary journals such as \Poetry Magazine\ and \Peoples Literature\. Ba Yayas poems are clean and simple, but also reveal a sense of intelligence. She belongs to the category of poets who started high and appeared late, so each of her poems is a natural expression of her inner voice. The inspiration for her poetry often comes from daily life events and the ups and downs of the soul. Reading this collection of poems, you will hear a sensitive heart and get to know an honest and simple person. Being honest and profound is very valuable in this chaotic world.
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In moonlit whispers, our hearts entwine, A melody of love, so sweet, divine. Your eyes, a universe, where stars align, With every beat, our souls combine. Hand in hand, through life we sway, Lost in the dance, forever to stay. In your embrace, I find my way, A love song written, come what may.
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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When you try your best, but you dont succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you cant sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you cant replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen youre too in love to let it goBut if you never try, youll never knowJust what youre worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, Ill learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
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Silhouette, an 18-year-old Victorian goddess maiden, stands gracefully amidst a vibrant crimson red poppy field, adorned in a flowing dark blue velvet gown. She delicately holds a book of poetry in her hands, capturing the essence of beauty and knowledge. The scene is bathed in a soft, ethereal light, casting enchanting shadows on the flowers and highlighting the intricate details of her attire. The atmosphere exudes a sense of tranquility and mystery, with a touch of melancholy. The overall mood is dreamlike, with a hint of nostalgia. The style is reminiscent of Renaissance paintings, with rich colors and intricate brushwork. The image captures a moment frozen in time, where nature and literature intertwine, inviting viewers into a world of elegance, introspection, and poetic inspiration.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost,devil wings from his back, holding a blood dripping heart.
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In shadows cast by moons soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pains cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of times gentle mend,But she knows her hearts wound wont easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.Holding a blood dripping heart,devil wings behind her back.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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Ba Yaya,39 years old. a poet and book editor . A native of Northern Henan, now living in Beijing. Poems have been published in literary journals such as \\\Poetry Magazine\\\ and \\\Peoples Literature\\\. Ba Yayas poems are clean and simple, but also reveal a sense of intelligence. She belongs to the category of poets who started high and appeared late, so each of her poems is a natural expression of her inner voice. The inspiration for her poetry often comes from daily life events and the ups and downs of the soul. Reading this collection of poems, you will hear a sensitive heart and get to know an honest and simple person. Being honest and profound is very valuable in this chaotic world.
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Ba Yaya,39 years old. a poet and book editor . A native of Northern Henan, now living in Beijing. Poems have been published in literary journals such as \\\Poetry Magazine\\\ and \\\Peoples Literature\\\. Ba Yayas poems are clean and simple, but also reveal a sense of intelligence. She belongs to the category of poets who started high and appeared late, so each of her poems is a natural expression of her inner voice. The inspiration for her poetry often comes from daily life events and the ups and downs of the soul. Reading this collection of poems, you will hear a sensitive heart and get to know an honest and simple person. Being honest and profound is very valuable in this chaotic world.
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Ba Yaya,39 years old. a poet and book editor . A native of Northern Henan, now living in Beijing. Poems have been published in literary journals such as \\\Poetry Magazine\\\ and \\\Peoples Literature\\\. Ba Yayas poems are clean and simple, but also reveal a sense of intelligence. She belongs to the category of poets who started high and appeared late, so each of her poems is a natural expression of her inner voice. The inspiration for her poetry often comes from daily life events and the ups and downs of the soul. Reading this collection of poems, you will hear a sensitive heart and get to know an honest and simple person. Being honest and profound is very valuable in this chaotic world.
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Le poète Change d’un sillon L’ombre en lumière Quand il chante l’union Qui se dessine à la cime. Il chante le paysage à l’horizon Qui, dans les yeux du sage reluit, Dans le cœur des lions et des lionnes, Des femmes et des hommes, De l’enfant aussi, Le Prince aux fèves qui s’éveille Quand l’étoile éclaire le ciel.
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Le poète Change d’un sillon L’ombre en lumière Quand il chante l’union Qui se dessine à la cime. Il chante le paysage à l’horizon , dans les yeux du sage reluit, Dans le cœur des lions et des lionnes, Des femmes et des hommes, De l’enfant aussi, Le Prince aux fèves qui s’éveille Quand l’étoile éclaire le ciel.
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Through the dancing veils of dust, a glimmer stirs memory of mysteries past. Where lamplight plays upon the shrouds of centuries, familiar shapes take form once more. Wrapped in faded silks left by drifting eons, features peek forth - a visage untouched since time forgot its name and place. One slender hand reaches as if to grasp again a scepter ruling realms where even immortals pace in shadow. Hollows that once cradled eyes gazing on splendors beyond mortal sight now hold relics of awe for dreamers alone. And about the dusky brow still lingers halo of glory Time's shroud could never lift. So in gloamings and on wisps of sighs borne through the mist shall this child-monarch keep his silent vigil, sentinel of secrets graven in shattered stones but never for mortal hands to lift - until dawn shall loose once more the clues of mysteries night makes hers alone.
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Through the dancing veils of dust, a glimmer stirs memory of mysteries past. Where lamplight plays upon the shrouds of centuries, familiar shapes take form once more. Wrapped in faded silks left by drifting eons, features peek forth - a visage untouched since time forgot its name and place. One slender hand reaches as if to grasp again a scepter ruling realms where even immortals pace in shadow. Hollows that once cradled eyes gazing on splendors beyond mortal sight now hold relics of awe for dreamers alone. And about the dusky brow still lingers halo of glory Time's shroud could never lift. So in gloamings and on wisps of sighs borne through the mist shall this child-monarch keep his silent vigil, sentinel of secrets graven in shattered stones but never for mortal hands to lift - until dawn shall loose once more the clues of mysteries night makes hers alone.
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Torn in timeListen to my words for onceDo you fear?Fear for a broken spell of lustTouched by a mortal sinnerRoar of massive illusion
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In the stillness of the night,While the moon shines,A fallen blade lies on the ground,Waiting for its wielder.Its steel shimmers in the light,A power that could incite a fight,But in the hands of the chosen,Its magic can make dreams possible.With a swing and a turn of the wrist,The blade unleashes a magical spin,An explosion of energy that lights up the air,Leaving all who see it in awe and wonder.The blade sings a melody of power,A song that echoes for hours,Its magic is unrivalled,A true marvel, rare and fair.Through battles fought and won,The blade shines like the sun,Its magic never fades or loses its lustre,A treasure that soothes the heart.So answer his call and take his hand,For the magic of the blade of the fallen moon,Is a marvellous thing to understand,And a power that should never fade.
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In the stillness of the night,While the moon shines,A fallen blade lies on the ground,Waiting for its wielder.Its steel shimmers in the light,A power that could incite a fight,But in the hands of the chosen,Its magic can make dreams possible.With a swing and a turn of the wrist,The blade unleashes a magical spin,An explosion of energy that lights up the air,Leaving all who see it in awe and wonder.The blade sings a melody of power,A song that echoes for hours,Its magic is unrivalled,A true marvel, rare and fair.Through battles fought and won,The blade shines like the sun,Its magic never fades or loses its lustre,A treasure that soothes the heart.So answer his call and take his hand,For the magic of the blade of the fallen moon,Is a marvellous thing to understand,And a power that should never fade.
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In the stillness of the night,While the moon shines,A fallen blade lies on the ground,Waiting for its wielder.Its steel shimmers in the light,A power that could incite a fight,But in the hands of the chosen,Its magic can make dreams possible.With a swing and a turn of the wrist,The blade unleashes a magical spin,An explosion of energy that lights up the air,Leaving all who see it in awe and wonder.The blade sings a melody of power,A song that echoes for hours,Its magic is unrivalled,A true marvel, rare and fair.Through battles fought and won,The blade shines like the sun,Its magic never fades or loses its lustre,A treasure that soothes the heart.So answer his call and take his hand,For the magic of the blade of the fallen moon,Is a marvellous thing to understand,And a power that should never fade.
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A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait
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A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait
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A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The peach blossom tree branches are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Through the boundless window, the ancient night is calm and profound. The bright moon hangs high and silver shines, illuminating both inside and outside the courtyard. The peach blossom tree branches are like a dream, outlining the poetic contours of ancient style under the moonlight. Outside the window, the afterglow of the moon shines on a peaceful sea surface, shimmering like a fairyland in the poet's pen. This scene resembles the artistic conception in ancient poetry, with a lingering ancient charm and a distant night.
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Pause for a moment, reflect, and ask: How can the flames of passion burn bright if the fire within our souls remains unkindled? To embark on the odyssey of true connection, one must first traverse the path of self-intimacy—fusing heart, mind, and spirit into a harmonious symphony.
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