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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure
I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure,
And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun.
I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets,
I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of mystery and unspoken promises.
Each step was a leap to the edge of the abyss, a flight between the sky and silent cliffs,
To find out if I would float like a feather or shatter like waves on rough rocks.
The longing to see what I am in this sea of silences and unseen cries,
Pushed me to merge with the dust and the wind, to become part of their story.
Each sunrise was a call to explore beyond the horizon of lost time,
In search of that thin line separating dream from reality, desire from fulfillment.
The adventure was a river of moments flowing through the stones of time, sculpting my being,
Each wave swallowed me and let me breathe again, stronger and more alive than before.
This journey was an odyssey of the soul, a meditation on the wings of the unknown,
A silent dialogue with the universe, a poem written with the ink of dreams and eternal courage.
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Dan Enache
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