the labyrinth of unsaid things

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a quiet rebellion against silence, a place where sorrow learns how to sing and belief exists without certainty.

Here, poetry does not move in straight lines. It circles, it returns, it remembers. These words are written for the dead poets who taught us to feel too much, for the living who carry quiet through blue hours, and for anyone who has ever stood at the edge of themselves and listened.

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