Through the window of time, waves of souls flow, lost in darkness

Through the window of time, waves of souls flow, lost in darkness, Through the window of dreams, I feel caught in webs of memories and eternal longings. Through the window of destiny, the mirror of the world shatters into shards of falling stars, Through the window of silence, I wait for time to release me from its unseen chains. Through the window of thoughts, laughter disperses like autumn leaves in the wind, Through the window of solitude, my bed becomes a sanctuary of shadows and forgotten whispers. Through the window of hope, gazes meet like two constellations dancing in the sky, Through the window of rediscovery, I find myself whole in the light of a silent sunrise. Through the window of dusk, the evening sky bleeds sunsets of fire and unfulfilled desires, Through the window of dreaming, the bed swallows me like an ocean of silence and unknown dreams. Through the window of night, darkness devours the light of day like a dragon thirsty for dreams, Through the window of rebirth, I hope the day returns with angel wings and divine songs. Through the window of summer, the heat burns outside like a flame dancing on a sun's violin, Through the window of winter, the cold within descends like an ice veil over a frozen sea. Through the window of memories, the road's voices sound like a choir of angels singing lost symphonies, Through the window of silence, the loudest scream remains mute, like an echo of an unheard world. Through the window of dreams, I scream and scream again, but my voice is caught in old spider webs, Through the window of consciousness, I wonder if it’s dream or ambiguous time, an illusion or a hidden truth. Through the window of eternity, the rose reveals itself as an enigma wrapped in the scent of timelessness, Through the window of miracles, the sun blesses the path with golden rays and renewed hopes. Through the window of turmoil, the streets are full of life, but the window itself becomes foggy, Through the window of the soul, my tears flow like a river of stars in the endless night. Through the window of the city, a universe full of hope and light opens like a storybook, Through the window of time, I wish I still had time to say, "Stay, light." Through the window of life, I count my breaths like hidden treasures in the heart of a castle, Through the window of eternity, I wait to end my creations like flowers blooming in the abyss. Through the window of destiny, it was I who suffered the bitter death like an unfinished poem, Through the window of the labyrinth, it was I, captive and without a path, like a soul lost in a dream. Through the window of time, I wrote the last sighs like farewell letters to the sky, Through the window of rediscovery, I wished to stay a little longer with you, like a sunbeam on a cloud. Through the window of time, I heard words about my imminent end, like a swan song, Through the window of eternity, it was I destined to be absent, like a shadow disappearing at dawn. Through the window of destiny, everything seemed predestined, like a dance of stars on the sky's vault, Through the window of eternity, I was not meant to be saved, like a flower wilting in a dream. Through the window of the heart, I shout, Through the window of the soul, I dream and dream again, into an ambiguous abyss. Through the window of desire, I wish to look once more, like a traveler seeking his path, Through the window of the dream, to write one more wise rhyme, like a star shining for the last time.