In the eternal night, where stars weep tears of dimmed light

In the eternal night, where stars weep tears of dimmed light, I lose myself in thoughts flowing like an underground river, unseen, aimless, Reflecting the shadows of the eternal search, among spirals of time and dream, In the silent dance of silence, which envelops the soul like a veil of abyss. Under the boundless sky, where winds whisper forgotten poems, I remain a pilgrim of loneliness, seeking meanings in hidden stars, My questions dissolve into the clouds floating on the vast sky, Like an ancient incantation, repeated in echoes, in nights without borders. I am a clay tree on the edge of eternity, with roots in the void, Petals of thoughts unfold in silence, blooming in the sacred dream, Like an azure forgotten by time, in the cosmic abyss that binds us to infinity, I see in the mirror of the sky a destiny unfolding, silent and endless. My whole life I have been a shadow, a soul drifting through the closed world, I feel like a stranger, a traveler through dreams that unravel at dawn, And yet, in the depth of silence, I hear a call, a tender whisper, That ties me to the universe, to a meaning born from the chaos of the mill. In this ocean of stars, where the sky hides its divine secrets, I am a spark of light, a flame burning in the immortal night, Seeking answers in the echo of time, in the waves of eternity, Oh, soul, rise and soar, for you are never truly alone.