Dan Enache Poet Free verse

In the sanctuary of the heart, where dreams are born

In the sanctuary of the heart, where dreams are born,
Where memories dance to the silent rhythm of time,
A secret hides, an untold story,
Of a wandering soul, in search of lost peace.
Through the labyrinth of thoughts, where shadows play,
In a forgotten corner, where hopes rest,
Lies a treasure, a memory of love from long ago,
An echo of a song, still resonating in the depths.
But, in the darkness of night, when stars hide,
She appears, with her pale and mysterious face,
With hands cold as ice, she ensnares me in her web,
And pulls me into her depths, an abyss without end.
She is the witch of the night, with her powerful spell,
With words sweet as honey, she seduces and deceives me,
Makes me lose myself in the maze of memories,
And leaves me wandering in a world without hope.
But, deep in my soul, a spark still flickers,
A ray of hope that refuses to fade,
That maybe, one day, I'll find the way back,
And be free once more, in the arms of true love.

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