Love and death do not need to be sought, they seek you, two intertwined shadows
Love and death do not need to be sought, they seek you, two intertwined shadows
On the stage of your life, rays of gold and silver slipping through the windows of darkness,
Each heartbeat an echo of a stellar dance, in which souls meld and disperse
In eternal waves, currents of light and shadow traversing the rivers of time.
Love, a sorceress of fire weaving her arms around my soul,
Each kiss, an enchantment lighting up the hidden chambers of my night,
Causing the flower of memory to bloom in the silent gardens of my heart,
And death, the silent mirror of this saraband, an invisible puppeteer
Twisting the threads of time, like stars igniting and extinguishing on the sky of my soul.
You do not need to navigate oceans of longing or brave storms of loneliness,
For love finds you in the most hidden corners of your being,
A gentle breeze coming from the depths of the cosmos
And, like the moon illuminating the sea, it wraps my lost tears in the silver of serenity.
Death comes like a deep dream, a hoarse whisper slipping into my ears,
A wave of darkness gently caressing the shores of my being, leaving behind
Traces of spent light and paths I will never see. It is neither enemy nor friend,
But the threshold, the magic that awaits me at the end of each day and love.
Love and death, two graceful dancers in an infinite ballet,
Without beginning and without end, each moment a unique pearl
In the ocean of memories, love lifting me towards the stars,
And death deepening me back into the mystery of the earth, a perpetual cycle, a silent waltz
In the symphony of eternity. Each day a wedding of opposites,
Each night, a revelation hidden under the mantle of cosmic silence,
Love and death, two unseen sculptors molding my eternity,
A universe enclosed in a sphere,
In a sea of silent memories and unspoken desires.
And thus I live, between these two falling stars,
Each step a sign of questioning, each breath
A silent answer, love and death descending upon me
Like a shower of comets, illuminating my path through the melancholic labyrinth of eternity.
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Dan Enache
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