At the edge of the world, where time entwines with our wandering thoughts
At the edge of the world, where time entwines with our wandering thoughts,
Man, with a soul full of desires, tries to tame eternity,
Yet every step toward immortality is a step away from the light of flowing moments,
For life and death are two sides of the same coin, woven from the same thread of destiny.
We are born from one mystery and return to another, like a river unaware of its source,
And yet, in our desire to stop the flow, we defy the currents that guide us,
Embracing the illusion of eternity without truly understanding the present moment,
Thus denying the fleeting beauty of each sunrise bearing within it the seed of sunset.
Our souls, struggling between desires and fears, beginnings and endings,
Lose themselves in the search for a meaning to soothe their turmoil, but we forget that the meaning is the journey itself,
For every heartbeat is a song echoing in the silence of the universe,
And every breath is a testament to a dance between light and shadow, between love and forgetfulness.
In our attempt to conquer death, we have distanced ourselves from life, from the moments given to us,
But perhaps in accepting the ephemeral, in embracing the end, we paradoxically find immortality,
For only when we let the waves carry us without breaking them,
Can we dance with silence and truly understand the secret music of existence.
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Dan Enache
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