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<div class="text-justify">When feelings become the shadow of dreams, silence takes over the atmosphere. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">The soul, drowned in inaudible whispers, cries out for the presence of the love that has been absent. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Like a hidden treasure, this love waits in the depths, with no room for reflection.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Perhaps it is the trick of time or the effect of fear that has led this love to remain in the shadows. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">But its presence is felt, even in the deepest darkness, it whispers through the heartbeat, it whispers in every sleepless night that those beings who harbour it in their souls go through.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">The mind, in its impatience, begins to lose its calm, life becomes captive to this plight, where hidden love clings to hope and the possibility that one day it will find the light. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Though the days are grey and the nights are long, love persists, carrying with it the promise of a bright awakening.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">In the stillness of waiting, the soul learns patience, fortitude and perseverance. </div><P/>
vEach whisper becomes a reminder that love does not give up easily, and that even in the deepest darkness, a glimmer of light can bloom.</div><P/>