In a world of mirrors, where shadows dance at dusk
In a world of mirrors, where shadows dance at dusk,
The stars sing silent ballads, shining in unknown dreams,
Words stretch like a river of desires, flowing toward the horizon,
Where truth dresses in cloaks of illusions, rising to the sky.
Who can read the story in the heart of a night flower?
Leaves of silence grow on branches of unwritten thoughts,
And in the whirlwind of words thrown to the wind, the truth remains silent,
A paradox of quiet that screams in misunderstood silences.
In a corner of the universe, where souls meet,
Angels paint love on the canvas of a gray day,
Silence itself becomes a melody that resonates in lonely hearts,
A symphony of moments seeking their place in the eternity of an instant.
When hearts close like flowers under the leaden sky,
The soul seeks refuge in the cradle of gentle thought,
And in the labyrinth of silence, the being finds solace,
A dance of lights and shadows on the stage of an unreal life.
So, do not wish for another's steps, for the path is shrouded in mystery,
Do not seek answers in words that do not concern you,
For in the silence of your heart, the truth sings on its own,
And in the paradox of existence, you are your own wandering star.
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