Beneath the cloak of night, where stars waltz in eternal dances
Beneath the cloak of night, where stars waltz in eternal dances,
A sweet obsession is born, like a flame that knows no end,
In a golden cage, where desires are ensnared in webs of mystery,
Without the key of enchantment, they remain captive in the labyrinth of oblivion.
The earthly roots of longing pull me into the depths,
Where ghosts of the past whisper unknown secrets to me,
Stolen dreams disperse like feathers on winds, free and ephemeral,
Burying memories that weigh me down with sleepless, restless nights.
In this obscene game of seeking illusory happiness, I lose myself,
An eternal spectacle of the soul longing for belonging,
Reflecting the need to be part of a greater whole,
A magnificent chaos that absorbs me, leaving me without refuge.
Ritual repetitions of murmured thoughts penetrate my mind,
Magical alliterations cloak the movements of my weary soul,
On a journey to the invisible universe, where I seek solace,
Mystical and contemplative, I immerse in cosmic nostalgia.
In the depths of existential solitude, I find my roots,
The connection to all that was and will be, an unseen thread of light,
Like a subterranean river of emotions and thoughts flowing continuously,
My soul entwines with the infinite, in an eternal symphony.
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Dan Enache
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