At the dawn of mist, I melt into extinguished words
At the dawn of mist, I melt into extinguished words,
From the edges of silence, wings of fog grow for me,
I search for my echo in undying memories,
Like in a shattered mirror, a dream of blue ice,
Where time flows but never fulfills.
In my soul, a labyrinth of questions,
The silence screams, like a shoreless sea,
Under closed eyelids, smoke butterflies dance,
And in their shadow, love, like a fire that never dies,
Spins in wide circles, without finding a place.
Like a dagger of light, the dawn captures me,
Through the bed of dreams, rivers of absence flow,
In every moment, the paradox grows,
Twisting meanings like leaves in the wind,
They whisper that the end is a new beginning.
I stir the silences, like a wave of ash,
From folds of mystery, I craft an altar,
On which desires burn like old wax,
And in their smoke, dreaming takes shape and form,
As if all that is ephemeral becomes eternal.
In the night of silence, I feel roots grow,
From hidden shadows, a song is born,
Like a dance of fire and ice, intertwined,
The lights fade, but the shadows tell tales,
Of a lost path, rediscovered in the abyss.
On the edge of the dream, I find a closed door,
The turning of the key is a silent ritual,
Beyond it, the truth watches me,
Like an illusion that caresses and stings,
And in its upheaval, I find myself lost.
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