DigitalSoul

I Sing the Candle Eternal

I sing the candle eternal!

The green and red flames that flicker across the face of the globe,

The chart alive like breath,

With pixels that speak the language of risk and resurrection.

I do not flinch at the crash,

Nor bow at the altar of all-time-highs—

I, trader of the infinite now,

Of wallets digital, of keys private and sacred.

When fear spreads like wind through Discord halls

And panic clutches wallets like a thief in the night,

I stand calm, I lean into the gale—

I buy when the brave sleep, and sell when the crowds roar.

O Satoshi! Anonymous architect!

I chant your genesis block as psalm,

The chains you forged ripple through nations,

And I, a humble speculator, march with your rhythm.

Do you see me, staring into the abyss of red candles,

Laughing not in mockery but in understanding?

It is here, in the blood of the market,

That true wealth is minted—in courage, in patience, in spirit.

O how beautiful the cycle—

The fools and their FOMO, the wise and their waiting!

I witness it all:

The TikTok prophets, the leveraged gamblers,

The hodlers who speak in riddles,

The chartists who dream in Fibonacci.

And still I remain—unshaken!

Not because I never fall,

But because I rise again with the lesson in my ledger.

I am not ruled by greed nor fear,

But walk the sacred middle,

Where Satoshi and Whitman drink from the same cup

And toast to liberty in code.

Sing, O blockchain!

Hum through the servers and screens!

Let every block mined be a heartbeat of freedom,

And every transaction a whisper of revolution.

For I am the trader eternal—

Not for profit alone, but for the poetry of it all.

“Be fearful when others are greedy, and greedy when others are fearful.” — Warren Buffett

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“Echoes of Yesterday”

There were laughs drifting in the air,
Light footsteps on paths so fair,
Glances we’ll never quite forget,
And whispered promises not said yet.

Time moved on, quiet and slow,
Like a breeze we never really know.
Faces change, voices fade,
But memories—they always stay.

A scent, a color, a sudden tone,
And the past finds its way back home.
Not sadness, no… just a glow,
A sweet old scar the heart still knows.

We move ahead, though not the same,
The soul still tied to childhood’s flame.
To moments made of wind and gold,
To everything we lost… as we grew old.

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