Under the veil of eternity, woven from living stars
Under the veil of eternity, woven from living stars,
I came late to the love for birds, those ethereal souls,
For years, I saw them just as a whisper at the edge of sight,
They know suffering and joy in pure states, inaccessible to us.
Their lives unfold at a sacred and intense rhythm,
Which our hearts can never touch.
They soar towards oblivion, with an unseen ardor.
Under open skies, singing cosmic ballads,
Birds are free spirits, messengers of the infinite,
Ephemeral creatures following their divine destiny,
Dancing among the branches of untrodden paradise.
In their trills resonates the magic of dream realms,
Each flight is a sonata of the unseen eternity,
Each feather, a page from the book of the world,
And yet, we perceived them just as shadows in reflections.
They live in a universe of hidden depths,
Where suffering and joy flow like sacred rivers,
Their lives are sculpted in the ephemeral time,
Pulsing with an intensity hidden, untouched by us.
Under the infinite sky of eternal flight,
Birds are the stars of the day in delicate movements,
With wings that defy the earth's gravity,
And gazes that embrace the secrets of the blue heavens.
In every trill, they borrow songs of mystery and longing,
In every flight, they follow an unknown call,
In their grace, we find reflections of the eternal,
Yet, their simple lives remain unknown to us.
Under the gold of sunsets, shrouded in trembling lights,
The birds dance on the edge of the infinite,
With lives woven between heartbeats of light,
And the delicate shadows of their celestial kingdom.
Their wings birth gentle storms,
Sprinkling the pollen of dreams on dark lands,
Living each moment with a newfound intensity,
Teaching us lessons of pure and unconditional love.
Under the vaults of eternity, where suffering and joy intertwine,
The birds follow their path toward oblivion,
With hearts that beat in symphonies of light and shadow,
And we, remaining on the ground, contemplate their stellar echo.
Under the mantle of the divine night, we remember them,
Hoping to capture a glimpse of their radiant mystery,
Learning, albeit late, to love their magical flight,
And to fill our souls with the eternal song of birds.
In the deep and melancholic veils of dusk,
Through trills that resonate on invisible strings,
They show us what lies beyond suffering,
What lies beyond joy – a flight towards infinity.
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Dan Enache
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