In the abysses of my mind, where shadows whisper and memories dance like specters, I think of you
In the abysses of my mind, where shadows whisper and memories dance like specters, I think of you.
Of how strong you must be to face all the blue and black guilt,
And still let tears of joy shine in your eyes,
A paradox of pain and ecstasy, intertwined like the threads of an old tapestry, woven with care.
I think of you.
How you fit into this mosaic of life,
Each piece a fragment of your battles, rough on the edges like rocks sculpted by waves,
And yet, you hide your wounds under the mantle of a smile, like a knight hiding his scars,
Leaving no trace of the storms that have battered you, like an unfinished, untold story.
I think of you.
How hidden decay spills out unwillingly,
The pit where you threw the corpses of the past, suddenly opened,
And yet, you ignore this flaw, rejoicing in what remains of you with an unnatural grace,
Finding beauty in ruins, an architect of your own imperfections.
I think of you.
If I could be you,
Fighting and living this war of life,
Drowning and yet somehow swimming to shore, like a castaway finding salvation,
A warrior with a heart of gold, forged in the fires of your own pains, reborn from the ashes.
In the quiet of the night, when the world fades into shadows and silence,
I think of you,
A beacon of resilience, a testament to the power of the human spirit,
And I wonder if I too can learn to dance in the rain,
To find light in the darkest corners, just like you, a magician of your own mysteries.
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Dan Enache
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