I will not rage against the world
I will not rage against the world,
It has already done its part, shattering me into pieces,
I will live with what remains, quiet and honest, free,
I will win not to prove, but to feel alive,
I will drink not to forget, but to savor the moment.
I will sing not to impress, but to free my soul,
I will read not to escape, but to not be alone,
I will die without titles, without a crown, without a monument,
Just a guitar, a book, a half-full glass.
And if I am lucky, at the edge of the last breath,
I will see her smile again, not because she returned,
But because love never truly left,
It remains alive, shining in my silent memories.
In those moments of reflection, when thoughts flow gently,
I will remember the hopes that bound our hearts,
The laughter under the starry sky, the warm whispers,
The simple moments when time seemed to stop.
I will live in simplicity, without seeking applause,
I will keep my soul open to beauty,
And even without the crown of lost love, I will keep,
Its pure essence like a poem written in my heart.
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Dan Enache
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