In the secret game of destiny, I find myself hidden
In the secret game of destiny, I find myself hidden,
Under the shadows of stars whispering forgotten stories,
People are divided, without choosing, like two rivers,
Some called by the song of poetry, enchanted by its spell.
Others, deaf to its echo, lose themselves in silence,
Distant and cold, like shadows fading at dawn,
Those who love poetry dance on the bridge of light,
In a cosmic rhythm, understanding the whispers of the night.
Each verse a gate, open to the unknown,
A journey into the soul, where everything is yet unspoken,
But those untouched by the magic of the written word,
Live in another reality, within a shadowy abyss.
Between these worlds, a hidden chasm separates,
Like a gulf that divides two hearts, never meeting,
Separating hearts, light and deep darkness apart,
Each living in their own universe, alone, yet connected.
Oh, the mystery of poetry, like a flicker in the night,
Illuminates souls, giving them wings without expectation,
But those who do not know the mystery, hide in their own secrecy,
Each soul has its own music, its own unique calling.
In the flow of consciousness, I lose myself among thoughts,
Traveler among stars, listening to ancient whispers,
In the cosmic dance of destiny, each verse eternal,
In the light of the moon, I find my peace, in the arms of poetry.
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