In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world
In the morning's silence, when the sun barely opens its eyelids over the world,
I look back at the child I once was, carefree and without shadows of doubt,
When love was just a word hidden in the corners of the heart,
A secret slipping stealthily, whispering stories untouched by time.
I remember learning words, words that danced in my mind like leaves in the wind,
I wove them aimlessly, without meaning, like endless rainbows,
Unaware that one day they would take shape and meaning,
That they would build bridges between souls and open gates to infinity.
I played with thoughts like a painter with his palette of colors,
The words settled quietly into sentences, lines in a notebook stained with nostalgia,
Where dreams took flight and transformed into poetry,
When I wandered through fairy tales, seeking hidden meanings in the prince's phantoms.
I often stopped to listen to the rain, wrapped in its rhythm as if by a symphony,
I ran barefoot through the morning dew, feeling the earth alive beneath my feet,
I crafted labyrinths from dreams, where my gaze wandered in search of meaning,
Waiting for love to appear, like a miracle blooming in the soul.
I was once a child, and those beautiful times are like stars,
Shining in memory, guiding my steps through life's labyrinth,
Where each sunrise is a new story, each sunset a promise of immortality,
And in every moment, I find the child within me, dreaming of eternal love.
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Dan Enache
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