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Dear Medium: Do We Have A Voice?
Light in the Depths of Time
In the quiet corners of the sky,
Where the sun no longer whispers,
I find pieces of forgotten songs,
Humming through the void like lost birds.
The earth spins, restless and heavy,
Cracking beneath the weight of dreams.
Clouds drift like ancient memories,
Carrying the scent of places unseen.
I walk the streets with a nameless face,
Blending into the city’s heartbeat,
Each step echoes like a quiet prayer,
Offered to the gods of forgotten things.
Lights flicker, shadows stretch their hands,
Reaching for something they can’t hold,
Time slips between the cracks of life,
A river too wild for us to tame.
Somewhere, a child laughs at the stars,
Unaware of the world’s indifference,
That innocence, a fleeting light,
We all once held, but lost too soon.
Voices rise, but who really listens?
We scream for love, for warmth, for truth,
Yet silence is…
