The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us
The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand the spirit that drives us through life's labyrinth,
Walking paths of distant memories, seeking to fulfill thoughts,
Pushing forward, adjusting, arranging life's letters in perfect order.
I discover love as a masterpiece, faith as a new chance,
Hope as a warm embrace that holds me in its arms,
As the days swiftly turn from light to night,
I stand by the river's edge, singing an ethereal song, a hymn of change.
The circle of life always twists, like a story unfolding without end,
And I, a traveler through seasons, let myself be carried by the waves of eternal time.
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Dan Enache
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