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On the thread of time's journey where souls intertwine, then depart

On the thread of time's journey where souls intertwine, then depart,
The poet treads slowly, unraveling three loves, each a new gesture.
The first, a youthful spark, untainted in the dawn's embrace,
Planted in us the seed of dreams, undefeated by restrained ardor.
And as we grow, we chase away memories, fleeting moments of separation,
Yet amidst it all, lingering behind, the song of that first love emerges, pure, sincere.
Then, painfully beautiful, with bitter teachings and wounds that never heal,
The second love, fiery as embers, taught us to be both shattered and empty.
It taught us about betrayals and lies, about releases that tear us apart,
About blossoming from darkness and how to shield our hearts from rain and elusive poems.
But when hope seemed nothing but a shadow, the third love arrived unannounced,
Quietly descending among us, a total mystery with no foreboding signs.
It demolishes walls, transforming them into bridges of light, interweaving us,
We lose ourselves in the refrain of gazes woven imperfectly, in the pauses between hero's beats.
That love, as if weaving a destiny, a home, an entire world,
We bow before the universe for every second and straight line.
It is the dream that envelops us in flames, transforming us into essences carried by the breeze,
Love serves as testament that amidst storms and whims, it remains an everlasting surprise.
Thus, the poet, in wandering steps on wild hertz paths,
Reminds us of the trilogy of emotions, forging within us pages of inner epics.
Let us know that, along the path of the past, present, or in fleeting dreams,
Love spirals us towards heights, attaching wings and silently guiding us through fantastic moments.

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