When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk
When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk,
I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago,
Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame
The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me.
I will dedicate an altar of thoughts to silence, sculpted in the corners of immortal verse,
And destiny, which carried me on waves, will smile at me like a pale moon on a velvet sky,
In the melted wax, stories will be sealed with people and dreams that danced in the night,
With nights draped in starry mantles and a whisper that was never spoken.
Do not weep for me, for silence spreads like a silk canvas over the waters,
It is not darkness, but just another realm opening its arms like an old friend,
And even if a door closes behind, another opens in a universe of light,
Leave behind a song that will burn like a living flame, not a lament, but vivid memories.
When time passes, it takes only what has burned with purpose and taken deep root,
And if in the night a star descends, know that it is not an end, but a kiss of the infinite,
When fate blows out my candle and shadows dance like playful spirits,
I will smile, for I have known that the path does not end, it simply transforms into light.
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Dan Enache
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