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To understand me is to walk on a path of thorns hidden beneath velvet
To understand me is to walk on a path of thorns hidden beneath velvet,
where the scent of roses deceives the lungs with sweet illusions,
while blood silently drips into the earth that swallows untold stories.
I do not wish to be deciphered; I am merely an enigma mercilessly absorbing
your fragile understanding, leaving only shadows to dance on the walls.
I am not a puzzle; I am a dark sun that burns relentlessly,
blinding anyone who dares to look too deeply into my orbit.
To understand me means to unravel the threads of what you thought you knew,
only to discover that the unraveling is not meant to be sewn again.
There are depths within me that drown without warning,
rivers of forgotten pains calling the fearless to go beyond the surface.
The deeper you look into my vortex, the more you forget
how to breathe, how to return to the calm shore of your certainties.
I am a silent storm, a song of the abyss reverberating in the silence of the night,
and those who venture into my darkness do so with an open heart,
but they are left only with echoes and shadows, for my mystery does not seek release,
but merely to be, to exist like a dream that never allows itself to be caught.
Copyright ©
Dan Enache
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