If on a silent night I were to disappear without a trace, like a dream that dissipates at dawn
If on a silent night I were to disappear without a trace, like a dream that dissipates at dawn,
No one would notice I had gone, no one would ask where I was or which path I took,
The world would continue its course, a perfect mechanism that doesn’t stop for a lost soul,
And my words, spoken into the void, would float in the air like leaves carried by the wind through dusk.
I speak, but no one hears, just whispers lost in a clamor of indifference,
I smile, cry, unravel, but my presence is like a shadow passing unseen among strangers,
Like empty chairs in crowded rooms, I am there but never seen, never known,
A light slowly dimming, a nameless face, always feeling lost and alone.
I could cry out to the sky, but not even the stars would stir, silent and distant,
I am just a name they won’t remember, a thought too fleeting to be kept in mind,
So if I leave, there will be no surprise, for you never truly saw me,
I lived like smoke in the wind, too easily dispersed, too faint ever to be heard.
Like a song lost in the echo of time, I am too soft to be held, too small to be heard,
I find peace in this absence, an invisible presence in a world that doesn’t stop,
And even if I disappear on a silent night, I will remain a dream floating among stars,
A murmur of the wind telling stories that no one will ever know.
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Dan Enache
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