I watch the play of life on the stage of time, where shadows dance endlessly
I watch the play of life on the stage of time, where shadows dance endlessly,
I see people without clothes and clothes without souls to wear them,
Some dance with joy, others with sorrow, their steps are echoes of the world,
Each moment brings laughter or tears, like a river flowing without end.
In love, we see infinite colors, a rainbow of emotions enveloping us,
But here, even color fades into nothingness, like a forgotten dream,
Time continues to flow, carrying us on its unseen wings,
I see strange scenes in my own story, each a chapter from an unwritten novel.
In poor homes, hunger cries out loud, a painful echo of need,
In wealthy mansions, empty rooms remain silent, an oppressive stillness,
Behind luxurious walls, hearts remain locked, like hidden safes,
Across the street, silent tears continue to fall, rain soaking the asphalt of indifference.
Dreams shine with hope, like stars at night, promising infinity,
Reality shatters them, like a wave crashing against the shore, leaving only foam,
Hatred burns intensely in some hearts, a flame consuming everything in its path,
Love lives in places where no one looks, like a wildflower.
Fate plays tricks on helpless souls, an unseen puppeteer of destinies,
Those who seek the truth get lost in the unknown, travelers on unexplored paths,
And yet, in this endless dance of life, we find a hidden meaning,
A golden thread that ties us to eternity, a song that carries us toward the light.
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Dan Enache
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