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The Red Forest
In the forest’s depths, where no light dares to play, Dreams are ensnared, in night’s endless gray. The dance is now haunted, by what the shades relay, Among the ivy and thorns, hope’s remnants lay.
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Ruba Silva
In a realm where dreams weave ’round reality’s beat,Echoes of visions, twilight’s soft-feet treat.From imagination’s spectrum, bursts colors so neat,Artists paint tales, with hues discrete and fleet. Moonlit pirouette, a ballerina’s spin, light as flair,Sculptress shapes galaxies, a cosmic affair.Vocalist belts out notes, lifting the weight of air,In this dreamy junction, their crafts interlace and…
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