I am inhabited by a cry that weaves its shadows in silence
I am inhabited by a cry that weaves its shadows in silence,
Night after night it takes flight from bitter corners,
It searches in endless depths, with claws of longing, for something to love,
I am terrified of this shadow that sleeps in my soul;
All day I feel it spinning gently, like a dream, within me,
It stretches its soft wings, freezing my thoughts in silence.
In a sea of lost dreams, its sigh is a faint song,
I feel how it envelops me with its mute coldness, with hidden desires,
It is a burden that weighs on my soul, an echo of an eternal night,
Wandering through the labyrinth of my being, it whispers forgotten secrets.
A shadow dwelling in my ancient heart, like an unbounded longing,
It grinds my days with a whisper that knows no rest,
And deep within me, a stir, a call to the unknown,
A song of a turbulent soul, seeking solace in eternity.
Ah, to free myself from this dark dance, from this tumult,
To find my peace among the stars and let the shadows depart,
To fill my heart with the light of dawn, with love and peace,
To feel the cry dissolve in the sweet aroma of morning.
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Dan Enache
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