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Haunting Collection of Art and Poetry: Beautiful Shadows, Dark Poetry

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A Dark And Haunting Painting Of A Woman's Face, Her Eyes Filled With Sadness And Longing Where I End And You Begin: A Haunting Collection Of Art Poetry (Beautiful Shadows Dark Poetry 2)

Where I End And You Begin: a haunting collection of art poetry (Beautiful Shadows Dark Poetry 2)

Where I End And You Begin: a haunting collection of art & poetry (Beautiful Shadows - Dark Poetry Series Book 2)

by Denise Coleman

4 out of 5

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Shadow of Doubt

In the twilight's embrace, where shadows dance, A doubt creeps in, a haunting trance. Whispers echo, like echoes of fear, Unveiling secrets that we choose not to hear.

The shadows whisper, tempting us to stray, From the path of truth, where clarity holds sway. They weave their webs, ensnaring the mind, With doubts and fears, leaving us confined.

But in the depths of darkness, a light may gleam, A flicker of hope, a guiding beam. With courage and strength, we can overcome, The shadows that seek to keep us numb.

For in embracing doubt, we find our might, To question the darkness, to seek the light. And emerge from the shadows, transformed and free, With a newfound strength, for all the world to see.

- Poet Y

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Whispers of the Wind by Photographer Z

The Dance of Shadows

In moonlit groves, where shadows dance, A mesmerizing ballet, a haunting trance. They sway and twirl, in rhythms untold, Unveiling stories that can never be sold.

The shadows whisper, secrets they impart, Of love and loss, of joy and art. They paint emotions on the canvas of the night, Ethereal brushstrokes, a captivating sight.

In their embrace, we find solace and pain, As they mirror the depths of our human terrain. They remind us of fragility, of strength we possess, In the dance of shadows, our lives are blessed.

Oh, the dance of shadows, forever entwined, With the rhythm of our hearts, the essence of our mind. In their graceful movements, we find release, From the chains of sorrow, the burdens we appease.

- Poet A

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Echoes of Darkness

In the abyss of darkness, echoes resound, Haunting whispers, in silence profound. They pierce through the void, like daggers of pain, Unveiling the depths of anguish that remain.

The echoes whisper, tales of despair, Of broken hearts and shattered dreams beyond repair. They paint a desolate landscape, barren and cold, Where shadows dance and secrets are never told.

In the embrace of darkness, we confront our fears, The demons within, the weight of the years. It is here that we find the strength to endure, To rise from the ashes, stronger than before.

Oh, the echoes of darkness, a haunting refrain, A reminder of pain, a testament to gain. For in the depths of despair, a flicker of light, A beacon of hope, guiding us through the night.

- Poet C

A Surreal Painting Of A Woman's Face, Her Eyes Gazing Into The Distance Where I End And You Begin: A Haunting Collection Of Art Poetry (Beautiful Shadows Dark Poetry 2)

The Enigma of the Soul by Painter D

Veiled Whispers

In the twilight's embrace, where secrets reside, Veiled whispers echo, like echoes of a tide. They whisper of dreams, unfulfilled and lost, Of passions forbidden, at an unbearable cost.

The whispers weave tales, of love and of strife, Of choices made, and the burdens of life. They paint a tapestry, vibrant and deep, Where emotions collide, secrets they keep.

In the veil of whispers, we find our own truth, A reflection of dreams, the essence of youth. They guide us through shadows, to find our way, To embrace our desires, to seize each day.

Oh, the veiled whispers, a symphony divine, A whisper of hope, a reminder we're not alone. For in their embrace, we find solace and grace, A path to discover our dreams' dwelling place.

- Poet E

Where I End And You Begin: a haunting collection of art & poetry (Beautiful Shadows - Dark Poetry Series Book 2)

by Denise Coleman

4 out of 5