Dan Enache Poet Free verse

In the silence that screams between extinguished heartbeats

In the silence that screams between extinguished heartbeats,
Storms of thoughts are born like butterflies in burning cages,
A paradox of silence deeper than shattered dreams,
Where the wind bends time, and shadows dance in the night.
Sadness and joy intertwine like an old parchment,
Faces of the same mystery, a play of light and cement,
In the waltz between abysses and flights, the heart learns to stand,
A calm spark that burns without consuming, without intent.
It burns slowly, but true, the flame of latent will,
Like a tree changing its color, learning to be still,
A warm refuge in the wildest and coldest waves,
Where steadfast strength is born from dry depths.
In my hunger, an untamed fire, a dragon of desires,
Time and truth have sculpted my soul from nonexistence,
In the golden silence that heals unseen wounds,
It's okay to fall, to break, to be reborn from silent shadows.
Each tear, a sacred rain that washes away old traces,
Now balance carries me through shadows and paired lights,
In shadow I bloom, with light in my palm as on an altar,
A gentle flame that learns to stand, to burn unknowingly.
In the midst of the storm, a whisper of cold silence is born,
A flight to the place where dense peace intertwines with the dream,
Where light and shadow spin in endless circles,
In the golden silence, I find a new and infinite meaning.

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