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In the forest of stars where thoughts intertwine like eternal branches
In the forest of stars where thoughts intertwine like eternal branches,
The human imagination is born like a dragon from the mist of dreams,
Transforming the earth into a canvas of colors flowing from the heart of the sky,
In the ocean of the mind where desires ripple like waves of light,
We do not surrender our crystal wings to ideologies that bite into the blue sky,
We do not yield the helm of the ship of dreams to those who do not know how to dream.
Instead of losing ourselves in shadows that slither across the cold ground,
Let us rise toward the sun, seeking the rays that reveal our soul,
With an open heart, like a gateway to the infinite worlds of the heart,
Let us be weavers who braid the threads of destiny with golden hands,
For each of us carries a hidden galaxy in our gaze,
Each of us is a line in a cosmic poem waiting to be heard,
And thus, in the silent song of the universe, let us leave our echo,
Let us be the stars that shine eternally in the endless night of time.
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Dan Enache
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