In the silence of the night, when the world rests
In the silence of the night, when the world rests,
I embark on a journey, without a map, without warning.
It's not a mountain path, nor a trail through the forest,
It's a journey inward, where the soul hides and is measured in measure.
On this path, steps are memories and thoughts,
Each stone, a regret, each flower, an endless longing.
But on this journey, I am not alone, but accompanied,
By myself, by hopes, by dreams, and by moments passed into infinity.
It's a journey to the center of being, where everything is pure and sincere,
Where the mask comes off, and the heart speaks without fear.
Here, in the depths of the soul, where time seems to stand still,
I rediscover simple joys, childhood memories, and my first spring.
But this journey is not always easy, nor always filled with light,
There are moments of darkness, of sadness, where the soul weeps and struggles.
Yet even in those moments, when all seems lost,
A ray of hope shines, guiding me to the hidden truth.
For the most beautiful journey is not to distant lands,
But to our own soul, where we find ourselves, alone and unaccompanied.
There, in the depths of being, where everything is sincere and pure,
We discover the true essence of life, and understand that we are truly loved.
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