Between nothingness and poetry, man hides

Between nothingness and poetry, man hides, On the tightrope of life, he weaves his lofty path, Nothingness and poetry, they meet in the depths of the human soul, In a dance of destiny, unfolding in the world. Poetry is light in the face of the abyss, A guiding star on the unknown road, In the haze of oblivion, on the floating ship, Man seeks the unheard truth in verses. The void attracts him with sweet and enchanting arms, Defying the charm that supports his dream, But poetry, triumphant, sets him free, From darkness to light, with unseen wings. In the arms of poetry, the soul becomes divine, Carried on waves of words and thoughts, Man conquers nothingness and revives his spirit, Singing eternal verses on the strings of the harp. For between nothingness and poetry, man is divine, With his soul fighting in a mystical symphony, Transcending the boundaries of time and space, Soaring towards infinity on the wings of love.