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Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light
Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light,
I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams,
afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly,
seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers,
until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms.
Like a lighthouse that refuses to fade at the break of day,
I keep the horizon of the sea captured in the enchantment of a desperate gaze,
I ask you to gently close my eyelids with the softness of a calm sunset,
for what was to be seen is already written on the canvas of time,
carefully draw these fine shutters over my eyes weary from watchfulness.
I hope the end comes late, in a night with a sky full of stars,
when the acacias shake their blossoms in a dance of scent and memories,
and silence settles gently, like a wave kissing the shore,
wrapping the story of life in a dream that will never be lost,
a dream in which the lighthouse's light will guide the soul toward eternity.
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Dan Enache
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