Dan Enache Poet Free verse

In the heart of poetry, where words dance

In the heart of poetry, where words dance,
There are no shadows of sadness, nor rays of hope.
It rises, transcendent, over seas and mountains,
In a world where dualities fade into confusion.
There is neither light nor darkness in this realm,
Only the pure essence of feeling, without labels.
Poetry, in its fullness, knows no bounds,
It is like the wind, unaware of beginnings or ends.
In this world, where opposites dissolve into the air,
Poetry becomes a river, flowing without borders.
It does not judge, separate, or classify,
It simply exists, in mystical harmony.
Just as nature does not obey human laws,
Poetry rises above all, free and eternally young.
It is the soul's refuge, where everything becomes one,
A world where there is neither good nor bad, just the pure and simple sound of the beating heart.

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