In the dead of night, under celestial vaults of deep silence
In the dead of night, under celestial vaults of deep silence,
The shadow of my soul intertwines with longing,
In a dance of stars, spirals of time and dreaming,
I hear my heart beating in rhythms of cosmic nostalgia.
Through the dark forests of the mind, I wander aimlessly,
On unseen paths, seeking meanings hidden beneath veils,
In a world of illusions, where shadows sing softly,
Trying to find the light that emerges from eternal chaos.
I breathe the scent of memories, like a blue incense smoke,
In a world of dreams, where reality unravels,
My self wandering through the labyrinth of time, hopeless,
Yet hoping to find answers in infinitesimal silence.
In the depths of solitude, I whisper magical words,
Rituals of solace, incantations from the forest's murmur,
I invoke the spirits of the night to reveal hidden mysteries,
In an endless search for meaning lost among the stars.
Time flows like an underground river, unheard, restless,
I carry my soul like a ship on seas of uncertainty,
Between the desire to understand and the need to lose myself,
In the eternal dance of love and endless longing.
In every moment, I feel the intertwining of our destinies,
Like silver threads in the fabric of the unseen universe,
And I wonder if in another life, on another star,
We will find the answers we seek, in silence, together.
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Dan Enache
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