Another summer has passed, like a golden serpent through our days
Another summer has passed, like a golden serpent through our days,
Leaving behind a trail of footprints on the sands of unseen time,
Under the night sky, stars extinguished like candles of silence,
While the wind sings ancient incantations, whispering forgotten secrets,
Far away, in the depths of sacred forests, trees tell their story,
Their branches weave the old dreams of those who were and are no more,
In the mirror of the lake, the moon reflects her face full of cosmic mystery,
And we, wanderers in the labyrinth of existence, seek the golden thread,
Are not our souls travelers through unseen realms?
Always searching for the hidden meaning in the shadows of fleeting days,
We were born from stardust and return to it in silence,
While the universe sings a symphony of longings and nostalgias,
In the solitude of night, silver angels watch over our dreams,
They whisper the secrets hidden in our hearts of flesh and blood,
And each heartbeat is an echo of an unseen world,
A siren's song that draws us deeper into the abyss of being,
Through the slow dance of time, we merge with the shadows of ancestors,
In a ritual of forgetting and finding, of losing and rediscovering,
And in this ritual dance, we find that we are stardust
And that the light guiding us is the same as the one within us.
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