Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed
Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed,
The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently,
Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the weight of eternity,
People sleeping in beds of shadows, woven in unspoken whispers,
In this world where dream and reality dance in a symphonic forgetfulness,
Description fades into spirals of mystery, shadows become gods of melancholy.
Broken bottles, plates shattering into a mosaic of unfulfilled dreams,
Switches that no longer conduct the electricity of long-forgotten hopes,
Rusty gates opening towards the unknown, the call of the eternal,
Cracked vases, parted souls drifting on rivers of time,
The streets turning into graveyards of dreams, an altar for broken hearts,
Broken words, promises hidden under the pale moonlight,
Everything crumbles, an echo lost in the profound depths of silence.
Each stop takes me into a numb past,
Something else desired falls into the abyss of memories, another dream sunk,
Broken scissors, rusty tools,
The curls of destiny unbraided, divine laws frayed,
Shattered bodies, bones burning under the vibrant sunset,
Voices drowning in ethereal phones, a siren's song extinguished,
I inhale the mysterious air, feeling suffocated by a spell,
Nothing remains intact, everything trembles in the dance of ancient shadows.
When you depart to other untrodden, unknown realms,
The world shatters before me, dreamlike stained glass scattered,
Hands hardened on forgotten plows, wounds etched into time,
The treaty broken, vows buried under the sands of eternity,
Cracked pipes, tools crushed under the weight of centuries,
People whole only in the unforgiving bonds of ancient ghosts,
The black dog howls, the shamanic frog murmurs a prayer,
Everything is a labyrinth of shadows and echoes lost in abyssal dawns.
On the night sky, dreams are sculpted in shards of broken crystal,
Each step is an unresolved equation of destiny,
Each word, a phantom ship on the seas of darkness,
In a sublime painting, reduced to mythical silences.
This world, enveloped in fragmented dreams of falling stars,
Where each narrative thread dissolves into a muted symphony,
A cosmic game of scenes lost in silent spells,
A world of magical poetry, where everything is split into fiery slumbers,
And the undulations of darkness dance melancholy into an infinite symphony.
Thus, I return again to the dream of endless quests,
Among those old shards and echoes of silence,
Where each fragment is lost in a stellar love story,
An eternal cosmic game of shadows draped in ancient sorcery,
In a mystified world, alongside the light of eternal stars.
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Dan Enache
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