In a corner of the world where silence finds its voice
In a corner of the world where silence finds its voice,
where every blade of grass carries an ancient story,
I wander among the shadows of time, seeking answers
in the echoes of lost footsteps, in the whispers of the gentle wind,
for beauty hides in the smallest fragments,
and wonders rise in silent flights, among ordinary moments.
My eyes pierce through the veil of banality,
searching for hidden messages in the texture of the day,
in the light that plays among the leaves, in the shy
smile of morning that bursts into joyful colors.
I am a traveler on the road to nowhere,
where the mystery of life becomes my silent companion.
I know I will never grasp everything,
but in this game of seeking, I find my peace,
in the embrace of the unknown, in the dance
of stars that fall without answers, but with promises
of unwritten stories. I am a pilgrim of dreams,
a soul entwined with the sky and the earth.
I am carried by the desire to understand,
even though I know I will not reach the end of the questions.
For in the absence of an end, I find my fulfillment,
in the endless story of the search, where
the unknown leaves its mark on every step,
and I become part of the vastness of this mystery.
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Dan Enache
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