It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world
It didn't matter that you cried blood, like dew on the brow of a forgotten world,
it didn't matter that you cried tears, like hidden springs in the mountain,
it didn't matter that you loved too much, like a sun illuminating the earth,
it didn't matter that you loved with all your heart, like a tree stretching its branches,
it didn't matter that you still lived, walking the paths of time with shadowy steps,
it didn't matter that you lived despite fear, like a butterfly defying the storm,
it didn't matter, the clock kept ticking, like a craftsman following his work,
the wheel kept turning, like a fate carving a path through eternity,
you'd never know how close the end is, like a flicker of light,
inside me, time flows like a river carrying the stories of those who were,
each moment dissolves like a caress lost in a dream,
and in the sea of thoughts and sensations, I dive into memories like into a cathedral,
it doesn't matter that your cry is lost, like a verse wandering in the wind,
that your step leaves traces only on the sands of dreams, like the hieroglyphs of the soul,
that your heart beats like a forgotten clock in an empty and cold room,
your hopes are like butterflies caught in the unseen webs of time,
the clock keeps ticking, the wheel keeps rolling on,
I wish I could stop time, freeze the moment in a crystal hourglass,
capture emotions like glass flowers shining in the dark,
but time is a river that knows no mercy in its eternal flow,
in the depths of its flowing waters, an unattainable truth is hidden,
but I feel it like a shadow that never leaves me,
it didn't matter how much you loved, how deeply you felt in your soul,
for in this world of dreams and silences, the clock ticks, the wheel turns,
and you, a traveler among moments, will not know how close the end is,
but you will feel life slipping through your fingers, like sand through the hourglass of eternity.
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Dan Enache
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